Lover of words

I’ve always loved words. The texture of them the way they sit on your tongue the way they roll around in your mouth. Movable beautiful fluid words create harmony and pictures in the mind that colors paint.  Words of Buddha, Christ, Mother Theresa, Martin Luther King that change hearts and open worlds. They drip into your soul and have the powerto wound   or heal. Words that make you think and words that feed your soul. Anais Nin, rumi, Dante and Shakespeare, Plato and Rumi. Lover of words I am and yet I struggle to articulate what I’ve been feeling lately. I’m afraid to say it sometimes to give it words can give it power. So I will taste this feeling some more. Be with it in silence. Let go of a need to define.