The Source of Joy

My heart is pockmarked,

Cracked, imperfect

Cannot be sutured, soldered

And leaking (love)

Every.Where.

 

I am looking, loving

To fill an unfillable

Expansive beyond body void,

Uncontainable and boundless.

Creating and allowing what wasn’t mine

By giving to Other

This seeking.

 

This seeking

(My heart)

Will never be complete

But beatified, revered

As symbolic of purpose:

to love

To Love

Too Love

As the greatest, most delicate, joy

 

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*A picture of my cracked obsidian heart, which inspired this poem*

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Written by Dr. Allison Mitch, PT (DPT)

RYT 500, reiki master

Contact me at wildwomaninthesuburbs@gmail.com

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