YOUR HEART IS A BRIDGE

Your heart is the bridge
Between your humanity
And your divinity

When there is harmony
It means there is a free flow
Of humanity into divinity
And divinity into humanity
And there is no division within
Only wholeness
A whole human being

If this flow is impeded
There is imbalance
And something is denied
Either an armoring of the heart
Or a denial of the mind

A lopsided human experience
Misses the mark
And creates suffering
Both personal
And collective

Embracing all your humanity
With its pain and sorrows
Without getting completely lost
Allows the bridge to open

Your heart is an extraordinary thing
A doorway that, once open,
Allows the full coming and going
Of the profound and the profane.

Image by David Mark from Pixabay

WHEN THE RAIN FALLS

The rain soaks the parched earth

We stand in the wetness of it all

Our eyes turned towards the heavens

Is it joy that is falling

Or a kind of grief

Stop dividing everything up

For everything is inside everything else

There is awe and mystery everywhere

When the heart opens.

Image by Marco Massimo from Pixabay

SET AN EXTRA PLACE

Set an extra place at the table
For the lover, the fool and the mystic
But don’t expect them to be polite

The lover will reveal their torn open heart
The fool will speak words no one else dare utter
And the mystic will weave mysterious tapestries
From the tablecloth

It will be a night to remember
You may never recover your senses.

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay