No words can know how a broken-open heart feels.
When my heart first broke, it felt as if something reached into my chest and tore my heart apart. Then, when I realized my heart was not broken, but breaking-open, I could feel a bit of light peeking in. Just a bit. Slowly, very slowly, the light began to grow around and through the scarred tissue that had wrapped its way around my heart. And as the light grew, the scars softened and the tissue that is my heart began to return to a pinkness I once knew, but only vaguely remembered in the cells.
The Heart knows.
It longs to break open.
Grief knows this.
It is intelligent.
It will lead you home.
I don’t say this lightly, or flippantly. I know grief, well. I know joy, well. They are close cousins.
I sit in silence, open, waiting, still
I whisper, Yes.
Love reveals itself,
Offers itself, over and over.
Waves of love
Crashing onto the shoreline of my heart.
The world is not as I think it is.
This ocean of love,
infinitely vast and deep
calls me to its shoreline
and asks me to enter in.
I don’t know what to do with this much love,
Except be still and receive.
Silence thickens and stills.
I tremble as love finds its way into me.
It makes its way along the edges I’ve used to define myself,
And in its wake the edges fray and soften.
Definition grows watery.
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One breath at a time
Until I Inhale
The tip of my finger quivers
As it moves along the ridge of your heart.
This line between you and me
is utterly fine.
You are just a breath away,
Until I inhale.
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A softness that defies language.
An unutterable tenderness.
To touch it requires complete and generous receptivity,
an awareness that is feather-light.
I’m beginning to know this place within,
this place that opens with the
touch of Grace and my
willingness to be loved.
Completely undressed I sit,
In silence I wait with
open heart and a willingness
to let my longing be known.
In this subtlest of subtle places,
I hear the whispers of this woman’s heart.
To do so requires me to leave everything I know
at the threshold into this world.
I am nobody special here,
in fact quite the opposite.
I am ordinary, undressed, and open
simply waiting to return home.
“There’s a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it. Give
more of your life to this listening. As
brightness is to time, so you are to
the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest. I should sell my tongue
and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.”
— Jalal al-Din Rumi
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rose in a lilac glow
The Tendermost Places
You are here.
A one-way conversation
Until I choose to let go
Into the rhythm
Of your pulse.
Much fear has been tossed around
About the inherent weakness of
The tendermost layers
Of your expression.
Yet, I find these places
To be filled with the
I can know.
To melting into,
To letting go,
To receiving and giving,
To going home.
Found Art in Big Sur, CA (artist unknown)
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
There is nothing to ‘get’, yet so much to receive.
Life gives willingly when we open our arms
rather than grasping with our hands.
Simple abundance is present in each breath.
Allow it to enfold you and trust it is enough,
For all is given from a dark well of Knowing.
Dine on its splendor and savor its radiance.
Soak up its succulence and open your Heart to its nourishment.
Quench your thirst knowing there is always more to fill your bones.
It may not be what you think you want
And it is exactly what you are thirsting for…
Always enough. Always enough.
i’ve come home
a new home, an old home
home where body lives
body where soul lives
i’ve moved into a new life
a life that has beckoned for years
a life that has yet to be shaped and hardened
with my need to feel in control
life has its own course
and I meet it willingly,
with an open heart,
or not, because that happens, too
right now, in this unshaped place,
i know that I don’t know
and I know that shapes and lines and the falling away of newness
can create the illusion of knowing
feel your self in this new place
of solitude and coming
know yourself anew
you will know when you know
until then, just breathe
and go about your day
meeting life as it comes
Just imagine the beauty still veiled by these delicate petals.
Deep inside the heart of this wild iris is the most tender essence of life.
Perhaps we are like this.
Perhaps we save our innermost places of the heart for one beloved.