The brick walls around my heart
are
crumbling…
there is
heart
opening.
But bricks have
fallen
into
heart space.
They
weigh
the heart wings
DOWN
one
by
one,
I pick each brick up
and
listen
to its long-held
secret story
of
sorrow
or
fear
or
anguish
or
pain
Each brick
disintegrates
as
it
releases
it’s secret.
The
heart
becomes
unburdened
and
the
heart wings
are free to soar
into
the
expansion of love