I'm not sure why my heart is broken open.
Music, a book, thoughts of kindness,
all bring me to tears.
And I cannot tell
if they are tears of joy or pain.
But I fill, suddenly, with poignancy and pathos
until I overflow.
And I would not change it.
This long road I've come here
to see and to feel this life moving
inside and outside of me; all one.
I thought tonight that there may be
some door inside of me
that I can open by will to all of this
until it flows clear like a river through me.
Speaking feeling, feeling truth
becoming lost in the light
both creator and created as one movement
giving myself to what I've sought.
To be the recipient and the door, both.
To burn through this life
in the fiercest fire
consuming the very flesh
of my Beloved's existence.
gallagher
01 Oct 2014
Christchurch, New Zealand
- after reading Ursula Le Guin's, The Dispossessed
— Copyright 1965-2014 by Dennis Gallagher —