The sacred place of the heart can only be this: pristine, primeval, pristine and primeval.
And it ought to be.
For there we meet up with the spirit of life, the one spirit that is twin to ours.
The twining is eternal like no other, like the dawn and sunset, like the day and the evening, like the wind and the skies, like the storm and the placid waters.
To be continued....
A. S. Agcaoili
June 17, 2006