Dear Heart, My Heart, dressed in tattered bandages and gauze, dressed against the wounds inflicted on your tender self. Exposed and raw-Opened and opening more each moment. Pried open like an Oyster shell protecting the precious Pearl within-to what end? What’s it for, if not to share? Time has caused that grain of sand, that niggling granule, to create such beauty, it’s reaction to the irritation, it has created a thing of beauty, as a monument to the lessons of the Heart…now let it go.

Dear Heart, My Heart-dressed in Rainbow colors-Sparkling in the sun like a glittering treasure gleaned and coveted by a Ravens eye-Elusive and Vulnerable-here for the asking, there for the taking-So wide open-so Full-so Free-swaddled and secure. My Heart-so ready to share-so anxious to show-so gentle and soft.

I remember how, I remember now.