Keep Opening Your Heart
You say to me “keep opening your heart”
I say
There is nothing to do to keep my heart open
There is nothing to close
I am alive
There are no moving parts
There are no walls
There are no doors
There is no separation
There is just this living being
Connected to all that there is
In this
There were stories I told
There are stories I can tell
There are stories that could be rewritten
And then there is just dropping
the story
Completely
Mostly it seems that the best thing to do
Is to say less
About all of it
To be in the silence
As words don’t really mean anything
Especially the conversation
That says that my heart is closed
That the love that is here
Always
Is limited in some way
By the mind
That is imagination
By illusion
That is nothing
The story of the closed heart
is what it is
A story
Feeling compassion for the story
of not love
Where does it come from?
It comes from love
Wanting to be loved
It comes from love
Asking for love to be more loving
In order to feel love
from the love
That is already
Love
Is it possible for love
To be any more love
Than love already is?
Resting in contemplation
Feeling the heart
Taking a deep breath
Feeling the heart
I am aware
I am open
I am love
