Red and blue.

Brown, marroon...

What colors conjure up the heart?

What lies within?

What space contains?

In which direction does it point?

Can we hold it in our hands?

Can we see it with our eyes?

Can we give it consciously to someone

While it stays lodged & firmly embodied?

Can someone take it from us

When it remains softly floating in that same place?

Singular and yet touching everything

Within us and without.

There is no coming close to it 

Without getting messy.

Blood on our hands

and fire in our souls.

We know now that 

scar tissue is the strongest.

Yet the heart

beats on
beats on
beats on

to the sound of it's own unique beauty.


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