Life So Real ~ Poetry: broken open

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

broken open

i want
to be broken open
the hardness of my heart
pried away
revealing
a softness

i want

to be broken open

fractures and fissures

revealing

a passage

i want
to be broken open
fear and resistance
shields and blockades
crumbling
to sand
revealing
an inner space

i want
to be broken open
feeling the willingness
to receive
and revealing
the sun

in my soul

the journey of poetry

"...a spiritual journey is a lot like a poem. You don't merely recite a poem or analyze it intellectually. You dance it, sing it, cry it, feel it on your skin and in your bones. You move with it and feel its caress. It falls on you like a teardrop or wraps around you like a smile. It lives in the heart and the body as well as the spirit and the head."

Sue Monk Kidd
When the Heart Waits

the journey of words...

sometimes they come as a gift; the words flowing into my mind at odd moments and i'm forced to repeat them over and over until i can quickly write them down on scraps of paper. it's like they're so excited to be discovered that they write themselves and i am just the vessel through which they become manifest...

and other times it's like a game of hide and seek. they give me a clue, an idea, but the harder i try to find them, the more they elude me. they want to be found, but they enjoy the game. and so i wait patiently, catching glimpses of them here and there. Until one day, maybe weeks or months later, they are comfortable enough to come out of hiding, finding the perfect moment to create themselves...