The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking.
Stanley Kunitz, “Testing Tree”
Like any other muscle,
the heart, when injured,
will clench, and will stay that way
for a long, long time, most likely
long past the time of usefulness.
But when it relaxes again,
perhaps because it has been touched
in just the right way, or perhaps
just because it is exhausted
with its own clenching, well then
it is like when the sun hits the forest
in late morning and releases the scent
of pine and greening leaves.
And it is like when you walk past a spring
and a dozen blue butterflies all brush
you with their wings, a feeling so impossibly
soft and tender that you cannot help
but let the heart stay open, though you know
it will be wounded again. It is not
in the end the heart itself that matters.
It is the practice of releasing again, again.
On the road, but my favorite lines:
…perhaps because it has been touched
in just the right way, or perhaps
just because it is exhausted
with its own clenching, well then
it is like when the sun hits the forest
in late morning and releases the scent
of pine and greening leaves.
Thanks amigo … Just this morning the poem was published by Journey of the Heart and paired with some incredible images … You can check them out here
http://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/04/finding-way-by-rosemerry-wa htola-trommer.html Safe travels! Xo r
On 6/10/14, 8:31 AM, “comment-reply@wordpress.com” wrote:
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Oops … Wrong link. Try this one: http://womenspiritualpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/06/living-by-breaking-by-rosem erry-wahtola.html
On 6/10/14, 8:31 AM, “comment-reply@wordpress.com” wrote:
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Good job, getting these gems out there.