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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