Heart
Breaks
Open.
Strong friends
Hold this
Shaking body
As old wounds
Rise up
And release.
Ideas of things have shattered,
Stability, partner, husband, father, wife, mother,
beloved, betrothal, belonging.
In the ashes of these dreams
Sprouts the possibility
Of a more monoecious marriage.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Gratitude and ecstasy -
Strange visitors in this place.
A lie to deny the joy and relief,
A lie to deny the shock and the grief.
I learn to become my own lover,
And in this sweet softness discover
An erotic interiority
Awaits
When we stop seeking “Thou”
Out there.
In here,
An organ-ismic ecology,
An inherent inseparability
That sooths this being
like no man ever could.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Felt sense knowings:
Kidneys as beloved of the heart,
Heart as beloved of the spirit,
Consciousness & choice
As caretakers
Of this precious inner world.
What more could you want
But to hold your own heart
With the deep ocean strength
Of your being?
Kneeling and bleeding
On the altar of heart break,
I choose
To call back in all the pieces.
Call from lifetimes of lovers,
Call from epochs of mothers,
Call from hopes held too tightly,
Call from dreams lived out nightly,
Calling them back
To this One,
To this Now,
To this Here,
To these spaces within.
It begins
With a listening
To the beating
Of this heart
In this chest.
. .
There is beat.
And
There is breath.
For these steadfast lovers:
'Til death do us part.
Even so,
Pain rises
Bubbles in the champagne.
Releasing yet more
Of
What was held
As true.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Again and again,
And again and again,
And again and again and again and again.
Each time
A new chance
To come home
To this body
Beloved.
Heart beating,
Lungs breathing,
Organs dancing,
Cells singing,
Family.
How could we ever
be anything but whole.
Breaks
Open.
Strong friends
Hold this
Shaking body
As old wounds
Rise up
And release.
Ideas of things have shattered,
Stability, partner, husband, father, wife, mother,
beloved, betrothal, belonging.
In the ashes of these dreams
Sprouts the possibility
Of a more monoecious marriage.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Gratitude and ecstasy -
Strange visitors in this place.
A lie to deny the joy and relief,
A lie to deny the shock and the grief.
I learn to become my own lover,
And in this sweet softness discover
An erotic interiority
Awaits
When we stop seeking “Thou”
Out there.
In here,
An organ-ismic ecology,
An inherent inseparability
That sooths this being
like no man ever could.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Felt sense knowings:
Kidneys as beloved of the heart,
Heart as beloved of the spirit,
Consciousness & choice
As caretakers
Of this precious inner world.
What more could you want
But to hold your own heart
With the deep ocean strength
Of your being?
Kneeling and bleeding
On the altar of heart break,
I choose
To call back in all the pieces.
Call from lifetimes of lovers,
Call from epochs of mothers,
Call from hopes held too tightly,
Call from dreams lived out nightly,
Calling them back
To this One,
To this Now,
To this Here,
To these spaces within.
It begins
With a listening
To the beating
Of this heart
In this chest.
. .
There is beat.
And
There is breath.
For these steadfast lovers:
'Til death do us part.
Even so,
Pain rises
Bubbles in the champagne.
Releasing yet more
Of
What was held
As true.
Heart
Breaks
Open.
Again and again,
And again and again,
And again and again and again and again.
Each time
A new chance
To come home
To this body
Beloved.
Heart beating,
Lungs breathing,
Organs dancing,
Cells singing,
Family.
How could we ever
be anything but whole.