Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Each fracture of my heart
only exposes more love,
brightening the deep recesses
beyond view.

Like a leaf, fallen to the ground,
fertile compost,
absorbing the dark,
only to spring forth a flower in Spring.

Letting my light shine outward,
a beacon,
attracting love,
softening anger.

It never dims,
only brightens.

Even when it appears to be dying,
it is reborn anew.

Energy springing forth more energy,
like curing like,
love curing love.

My heart,
always broken,
always open.


  1. This is so beautiful--and I was reading it just as I received your note. All love.