When the Thief Enters, Let Her Steal. / by Zander Ford

When the night comes

To take your heart

 

Let her..

 

Before you start

To run

 

Empty into the silence

And be with Her stillness

 

It is in that space

She speaks

 

Not words

But wisdom

 

Not language

But communion

 

Let her take you

To those places

 

Where emptiness

Speaks

 

Ancestral

Volumes

 

Of knowing

Love