tikkun

                                                                      for B. 

how a heart can be 

holy, unwhole

even while beating

in fine health

much like a planet,

spinning in its good time

a perfect globe

holding billions 

of hearts,

broken into pieces

of shattered, scattered 

peace.

but those binding ties

between us all -- 

strangers though we may seem

across continents, cultures, language

chasms of belief & practice -- 

go deeper still

pointing always 

back

to one

one light

one love

one peace 

held together by billions

of threads so delicate

as to remain shimmeringly unseen

but experienced, 

(tangible heartstrings tugged)

when triumph

or disaster

strikes. 

& closer, still...

in a fractured world

of fragmented hearts, 

if I hold your essential pulse 

in my warm hands, touching

your soul from deep within

my own eyes, breath, speech, 

heart beyond thought

where love knows 

its own way home

& in that holding,

a wholeness

even for a melted instant

emerges:

a simple equation of ignition

two made 

one

candle flame held to another

just enough to leap into light, 

its self

& share more fire

in the darkness.

a newly trans(cendent)formed

one

can help illuminate

those illusory, 

seemingly separate threads,

reawaken

hearts

by the millions

simply pouring flame

blessed, liquid fire

from inward 

outwards

to inwards again

to repair,

to lift,

to transform

the all 

through 

the simple 

formless heat

of one.

this is how we burn,

this is how we bless.

this is how we heal.  

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from 16 march 2011, (c) Alx Uttermann