In the midst of chaos, there is order
In confusion hides the truth.
We distract ourselves from what is
We choose to ignore the obvious
We refuse to accept, but
What the eyes don't see
What the ears cannot hear
What the tongue finds impalatable
What the nose won't smell
What the skin bears touching not
The heart discerns
And realises
And knows
And gently whispers.
Are you listening?
Am I?
Tremulous skeins of destiny,
Flutter ethereally
around me, but then i feel
It's embrace is that of steel.
The Book of Counted Sorrows as quoted by Dean Koontz in Dark Rivers of the Heart
In confusion hides the truth.
We distract ourselves from what is
We choose to ignore the obvious
We refuse to accept, but
What the eyes don't see
What the ears cannot hear
What the tongue finds impalatable
What the nose won't smell
What the skin bears touching not
The heart discerns
And realises
And knows
And gently whispers.
Are you listening?
Am I?
Tremulous skeins of destiny,
Flutter ethereally
around me, but then i feel
It's embrace is that of steel.
The Book of Counted Sorrows as quoted by Dean Koontz in Dark Rivers of the Heart
