heartache is a gift that breaks us wide open
and gently spills into the broken places
that we never knew were there
agony fills in those crevices
with a quiet reverence
and peaceful meditation
no matter how form appears
the content
is stillness
thoughts appear
illusory images dance before me
yet there is no duality
even in this seeming world of separation
i realize that i at last am home
and that i never left
©2016janetaylor
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
heartache is a gift that breaks us wide open
and gently spills into the broken places
that we never knew were there
agony fills in those crevices
with a quiet reverence
and peaceful meditation
no matter how form appears
the content
is stillness
thoughts appear
illusory images dance before me
yet there is no duality
even in this seeming world of separation
i realize that i at last am home
and that i never left
©2016janetaylor
