The beauty of a broken heart

It breaks boundaries. Watch this heartessentialist!

You heal differently. You disregard the material: unslave Self from clutching life. Mask & Glove are off. You touch stone and raw earth. You sit in the floor. You don’t need much. This begins a dangerous freedom. Your friends maynt like your new self: your peace with God. Is odd. You don’t mind being odd. You don’t need comfort bars. This isn’t grief, it is awareness of the Other Life here on earth. Why are we afraid of it. I never understood that. I don’t understand it more now; and love that we were born to experience all this. We hurt, and that’s a gift. A Narnia peek into Shelves of Another life….

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3 responses to “The beauty of a broken heart”

  1. It’s written in the form of prose, but it is poetry. So eloquent!

    “Mask & Glove are off.
    You touch stone and raw earth.
    You sit in the floor.
    You don’t need much.”

    I feel your awakening. Particularly brilliant:

    “We hurt,
    and that’s a gift.
    A Narnia peek
    into Shelves of Another life….”

    Wow!

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    1. Ohhhhhhhhh I dont know that its poetry….how kind. You made my day

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  2. ..healer👍

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