this is a valentine poem
for everyone who did not get a valentine
there are more people who get this valentine
than were buried in haiti, carried away by tsunamis
or pointlessly murdered by weapons of mass destruction
put together. everybody knows
the meaning of a broken heart.
ah, broken hearts.
the journey of life is to face the insane hurt
of the black hole left by one who leaves
with or without a smile or pointless explanation
for something that really cant be understood.
breathe, broken hearted one, for through this breath
the whole story of God will flow through to you.
breathe, for through this dark tunnel
the wind of Spirit will surely surge again
and bring you back revivified to life.
breathe, for when you surrender to this pain
the joy of love like the perfect wave will surely rise again
and just as you have learned to neither expect nor await it,
the magic of love will certainly return to you
shining through tears and sorrow, sparking wet in the sun,
more beautiful more perfect more precious
than you can even remember or allow the dark mind of fear
to let you now in these dark moments, believe,
but from one who knows take this promise deep to heart
believe, like blind stevie, like suffering marley, like john & yoko imagining
& all the rest, the music lives & will live on forever, she will
fly home, returning in a new voice, new face new fractal form, new spirit,
heart, mind--Believe.
Believe. BELIEVE.
