Hearts left on the Track

As I walked my uncertainties head low as my strength forsaken not the transgressions of that witch hides amongst the conscious and the outlined as philosophy, science, and religion contribute to hypothesis after hypothesis, in a motion that grants above clearance to land in the airspace that holds known and unknown, seen and unseen. As I opened the lens of hope, there it was lying. I could tell by the way it sat she was in her 20s, not many scars, only one large one. What shall I do if I allow my hand to grip the inside of the pockets in these jeans? Surly, my foot tracks would reveal the unwillingness of the hands, and my body would be shamed. I will return the heart to the field. Never does movement within the field of life say you have arrived. You must be on the guard of your foundation. At least your heart finds its way and the body absent . There are not many with the ability and capacity to cultivate an outside heart safely back within the body. The field is both feeder and feed, so the heart must be strong with reverence, truth of the good work, and honorable. There are even those who go here and there looking for the hearts only to attract filled with scares they empty themselves.