They meet at the magic isle, two souls in the seeking, space for their talents, they want to say it, but need the comfort of being appreciated, through difficulties, they come and go, time teaches them, lessons, if only we had known, our governments don’t always have the right hearts at work, those that sought power, tried to dismiss our opinions, there was no space for us to go, they find each other, and energize each other, and out of their efforts, a certain rhythm flows. This new beat, call it heavenly rhythm, a truth in other words, attaches to the hearts of others, opening the inside spaces, that many kept closed, for no one could reach them, a bit like the Heart of Jesus, the joy so many felt, ah, someone understands us at last, and its called free will.....
