My heart in thorns is entwined
where light like night
in indigo shine
weary, with fright,
the meek and uncertain
away does divide.
My heart is in brightness conceived
(core pulsing
to rhythmic a beat,)
under thick coating beginning to gleam
revealing the true
and releasing to being.
My heart its own breadth now admits
seeping through thorns
sharp rays as it cracks,
open at last
to life’s greatest gift
as eternity in it softly may drift.
Notes From Afar 