Plague

plague doctor

What a cruel act to be untruthful.
Earthquakes happen in the heart that hears sounds
that are amiss.

Havoc is created in the mind that can no longer trust someone
once loved, and schisms devour alliances
that help support
our life.

Words can enrich and be wonderful spices mixed into days
we imbibe with all our senses.

There are fields in the soul – lush organic meadows, though sounds
and words that fall there
can be, at times, a
poison.

A plague is spread by one
who cannot tell
the truth.

Meister Eckhart