Discussing spiritual or mystical things more deeply

That soft feet can dance
Across the hard-packed loam of my heart
The Sun's gentle rays can reach
Through the thickets, all the way down,
Roots can reach deep endocrine currents,
Beauty can touch recesses of my being,
Is life-giving love.

 

As I look for empty pages
Leafing through a notebook
There are ornate diary entries
Scribbled notes
Grocery
Equations and vocabulary
And the pages at the back torn off
By the Muse holding on for her life