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The Cave of My Heart
Like a teensy tiny sore spot that is
exactly the same as our entirety
I think I know this,
I think I know that
and I do not.
I just know the dream story
that is mostly both fed and
For the truer things bring with it words
like “crazy” and “out-there”
and I am wired to shiver in my boots, so mostly,
Yet…. as I learn to know truly….
the cave of the heart expands
which is beyond pleasure or pain
or those words, so loaded, like
such patterns are just toys
on the sandy beach of impermanence.
I am like a starving person
and concepts my food,
I binge until a numb kind
of meaninglessness settles over and
in and around and as
An implosion of angst
that eventually, through the mysteries of
love, tears, and addictions, becomes the black hole
that is the cave of my heart.
It is said knowing emptiness
is like falling
and yes it is.
And the more one knows it truly
the less the sense of any direction,
the less there’s anything to achieve.
As receiving becomes like a fountain
or a fire. Consuming, laying bare, purifying,
the wildness of our utter simplicities
the simplicity of our innate wildness.
All acting becomes true magic.
Oh cave, both hidden
and impossibly exposed