Broken Bones - Poem

Broken Bones

I break

each time, ever more

Pain opens me up

and I change

for better or worse

I do

Melancholy is sweet

when I leave

old clothes

behind

Depth too

if you're brave

to see Tartarean abyss

A stranger

breaks my bones

A sweet stranger

carrying a gift

that only after time

I see

Time

an infinite mass of darkness

inside a cauldron-

imperial bed for us.

We cook

inside the dragon's mouth

A place

we never been before

never so far

God

help us endure

Let us appreciate

each moment

however painful

and the body

painted with scars

Let us find our souls

our beloved

who leaves sweet traces

They lead somewhere

I know

I feel

I can’t explain it

I don’t need to

God understands

and those other ones

who have many broken bones.

From David Whyte's Poem - What to Remember When Waking
"...What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance..."

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