THE HEART IS A BURIAL GROUND


more than half way through this inner pilgrimage that has been frame within the outer world.  Lots going on out there.  2012 has roared into my life.  I give gratitude to my loved ones, to the breath of me, the heart of me, to this land that evolves wildly and silently, to laughter and grace.  I am grateful.  What are you grateful for?

 

THE HEART IS A BURIAL GROUND

 

I wonder where I’ll lay him when his time comes

In the soil of me, the rich dark loom of my heart 

There is place next to others that have gone before him

In the Hail Mary of my losses of those closely

Dearly departed from pulse and breath

 

There’s no vault or crypt inside my land for burial

Fertile open territory is within this landscape

Of heart and soul, breath and life force

It’s watered with my blood and the tracks of tears

Not all yet shed if ever I let that sea roll over me

 

I’ve buried many here without thinking of space

Spacious is an open heart fed with loving 

Infinite in it’s giving and receiving

Bearing the losses in variable heart beats

Composting Love to fertilize the path of life

 

I imagine him buried next to my mother

a few inches from my father’s yearning gaze

Maybe nestled in my heart, this father and son

Will heal this life’s bitter wound in deaths cradle

Rocked safely in the rich loom of my heart

 

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2 responses to “THE HEART IS A BURIAL GROUND

  1. JoAnn McClanahan

    You touch my heart, darlin’.

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