fearless heart

So many threads of my past
twist together into tight karmic knots,
I think my mind may break.

That's the idea, anyway.

What's important is a fearless heart.

Mine is such a timid thing.
Compassionate in the abstract. Petty in the everyday.
My jealous Ego squats on the beating thing
like a red, juicy egg in a nest of angry thorns.
Love and affection doled out
in bloody drips and drabs.

I'm thirsty for the world. For life.
For fresh air and an open road.
The Great Vehicle is my heart.

I want to tattoo my compassion,
pierce it with rings and studs.
Make myself a bad-ass lover of everything.
Fly a pirate flag of acceptance and gratitude
from the bumper of of a hog named 'Serenity'...
Spit forgiveness into every gutter.
Bear witness to wonder in poetry.

Rise up heart!
Spread your wings and take to the sky...
One of these mornings, I'll stop fighting anyone or anything.

Oh, Wake up! Wake up!
my wild, fearless heart.