Heart Opening...

I open my heart,
tipping out
the contents,
give it a good shake--
like a jewel box.
Out tumble the treasures of my life.

Love, old and new
family, friends,
even strangers--
deep encounters,
brief encounters...

New stories,
old stories,
dead stories,
fragments--
shards shining like
future promises.

I turn them all over.
And I don't turn away from the
broken pieces.
My heart breaks every day, and
then I glue it back together again.

From all corners of my heart
fall the years.
I do not order them, and I
do not care to.
The heart does not like
too much order.
It must be allowed its
own way.

My heart does not want to be tamed.
It must flow free.
There are secrets inside that
only I will ever know.
There are joys within that
I will always share.
There is a deep well of love
that I cannont contain.

Today I feel my heart,
as wide as the world.
Big as a bowl, it overflows.
The sweetness, I taste--
rosewater, milk, honey,
the stuff of poets.
Bowl, box, treasure--
it is alive with illumination.
This real
birthstone, my heart.

A last little bit of love light for Valentine's month, as we close February this week... I may be sharing more of creative writing and poems here in future months.