Breaking Open

It is, I think

In the breaking open of our hearts

That they receive the nourishment

And light

Needed for expansion

When we open our eyes

To the pain and suffering

All around us

To the injustice

Embedded in our world

The unfairness

We must first

Acknowledge our helplessness

And the pain it inflicts.

Feel the breaking of our hearts

As our eyes are

Cleansed by tears

Washing away the crusts of

Cynicism, greed and fear

Allowing us to more clearly

see the plight

Of our human family

But our broken hearts – Holy Ground

Does not shrivel

It expands

To embrace

And find compassion

For a broader human family

Beyond our borders and within

We grow closer to the divine

The source of all love

And we listen

With our ears

Our hearts

Our minds

Our souls

And understand

How we each might

Do our tiny piece

To mend the world.

Tikkun Olam.

Speaking from Tanzania