Path

Go to your broken heart. If you think you don't have one, get one. To get one, be sincere. Learn sincerity of intent by letting Life enter because you're helpless, really, To do otherwise. Even as you try escaping, let it take you And tear you open Like a letter sent Like a sentence inside You've waited for all your life Though you've committed nothing. Let it send you up. Let it break you, heart. Broken-heartedness is the beginning Of all real reception. The ear of humility hears beyond the gates. See the gates opening. Feel your hands going akimbo on your hips, Your mouth opening like a womb Giving birth to your voice for the first time. Go singing whirling into the glory Of being ecstatically simple. Write the poem.