Heart,
Broken…yet made for
This alone.
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Our hearts break from a sold wall of grief - inaccessible to all but our own needs - to the spaciousness of our true nature. In our ache for recognition we reach and recognize others as kin to our suffering. The clenched fist of despair becomes the spread of open fingers - grateful to receive. Our hearts were made to be broken, to be undone and again beat as something more, something greater, deeper than it was before. We were made for this alone.
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