The heart that breaks open can contain the whole universe.
—Joanna Macy
Give me a heart that breaks—
ears willing to hear the difficult news
and legs that do not choose to run from it.
Yes, give me a heart big enough
to accommodate a wrestling match inside,
a mind that knows no one wins a war,
hands that move to help no matter
what the mind might say.
Give me a heart that opens
long after it thinks it’s already open,
and lips that know when to listen.
Give me a heart that knows itself
as other hearts. Give me feet
that will stand when someone must stand
for justice. And a spine flexible enough
to turn and see all sides. Snow falls
on all my thoughts. It sometimes
takes a long time to melt, a long time
before I remember again to pray
to be open, to pray for a heart that breaks,
to notice the stars shining from the inside.
W.O.W, brilliant ❤️
Thank you … it sure is something I keep working on every day every day every day
Keep doing what you do 👍🏻😁
Need this today.. Thank you 🕯️
thank you, Jesska … breaking open, not down … that’s what I tell myself.
Good thing for me to hear today
thank you … oh this practice of opening and opening!