My heart feels like a giant mansion cut out of crisp,
glistening marble. Every step makes penetrating echoes that reverberate through
the empty halls, carrying back the warm whispers of last night’s revels in the
heavy stillness of my current solitude.
I feel neither joy nor sorrow, only the scoop that has
removed my heart and left this metallic wind tunnel, the aftertaste of shaved
ice, maraschino cherries, and the tang of acid.
This mansion is my home; the many rooms are the myriad
beings that arise before me, dancing me into faraway realms, cardiographers of
Loneliness and Belonging. In their arms I soar beyond what limits me, beyond
fear, beyond time, as I awaken in fits and starts to the breathless wonder of
Self-awareness.
I go walking and marvel at the immensity of this house. I
give praise to the stars above held aloft in the heavens. I give praise to the
Earth Mother that oversees the birthing and the dying. I give praise to the
Viscera of my body, to the vulnerable Heart, and to the Lamp of the Mind that
perceives the Sacred.
At home in myself, I sing in a thousand registers of
gratitude.
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