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THE JOURNEY TO THE HEART by Sophie Gregoire

Our journeys to love and life, to lights and shadows, are the journey to our hearts…

When thinking about all the steps I have already taken, or will need to take, to go further on the road of life, or the steps I have already taken or will undertake to get closer to my inner melody, I have noticed that the heart was, now and always, the key.

Reaching our heart is reaching our core. Reaching our core is listening to the music our soul longs to play. It means getting connected both to our deepest part and to the whole, the Universe.

I believe that it is only by reaching our soul's song we may become, truly and with no boundaries, ourselves. Only by reaching our soul's song may we see how small we are in the universe at all times, but also, how connected we all are. And we will see how conventional time and space are to express such beauty: the beauty around us, and that of our strong, resilient, warrior hearts. We are all like trees in the forest of life!

So below, I wanted to express the importance of our connection to the heart and soul. Which may, I hope, always give birth to the best in us, our most natural qualities: The desire to love, to see the beauty of our world and to live a life of respect and truth.


The Journey To The Heart
by Sophie Gregoire

Dear Heart,

I still don’t know,
How we may feel
On our way to hopes,

On the road to dreams.

Still wondering,
If the sun will always
Set over our songs that alight,
Every breath
Make our pulse,
That lively.
But I do hope,
Sweet Lady Heart,
That until the end
Of all dawns,
You’ll savor magic.

Dear Heart,
Still wondering
Which grounds,
Our paces may tread upon
Which oceans,
Our eyes may caress
By which sunset,
We may be tucked in.
But at least,
I do hope,
At heart,
You’ll see, discover and learn,
How close we all are,
On every little side
Of our swinging world,
Aerial blends of shadow and light,
All, each of us,
Climbing the mountains of dreams.

Still wondering,
Who we may love.
Whose kisses,
Which sparkling smiles
Whose hands,
Which witty one.
But I do wish,
At heart,
Symbiosis will be deep.
Your slightest atoms,
Awakened
Spring-blooming,
Till purple blood.
Jumping of joy
You and Him,
On your roads to the sky,
As dancing wolves
Under a bright moon,
Painting desires
The eyes lit up
Lit up and filled,
Filled with blue stars.

Sweet lady,
Still wondering
Which souls,
We may come across
On the road to life.
If far from our own melody,
They’ll try and drive us
If windows to the world,
They’ll try and shut down.
Perhaps,
Soul-liars and heart-players
On the way we’ll glimpse,
But I do hope,
At heart,
Sweet lady,
You’ll understand, forgive, forget and leave
Walk away from roses thorns,
Instead of judging.

Lovely wanderer,
I hope,
Gypsy at heart that you’ll stay.
Now and then,
Here and always.
Never build borders,
Over the seas
But multicolor,
Sweet, bold ribbons
Thrown all around,
Around our colorful world
And,
As our own rhythm,
You and I.

With all heart,
Dear Heart,
I do wish
Our love never fades.
May I always,
Hold and cherish
These secrets of yours,
Art fantasies or purple nights
Lust for freedom or sunflowers,
As you wish,
Dear Lady Heart.
Hoping,
I will be bold enough
So that my eyes,
Can speak your words
My hands write,
Over the novel of life
In your most favorite,
Treasured calligraphy.

Dear Heart,
May we never forget
Both you and I,
As long as
We will be intertwined,
That we are Lovers at all times
As long as you’ll unveil,
Each day
And every hour,
Your magic keys and enchanting words
To me,
I give you my word:
A pink cheerful promise,
I’ll do my best
Always and forever,
To make them live.

Sweet Lady Heart,
Ache sometimes we will,
For sure
But lightly,
Though,
I believe…
Hearts don’t really suffer
When in search
For their golden dreams.

Dear Heart,
My love of all times,
I hope we choose
You and I,
Now and always,
Here and above the seas,
Our ways over theirs
Fire over safety
Mountains over plains
Love poems over reason
And above all,
May we hold in our heart,
Sunsets over diamonds,
Life over fear.

Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here. 





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