A Matter of the Heart

Jagged edges run through this heart,

Here they're born and borne,

Here they dye and die.

This split is I,

Those cracks are karma,

That fault is mine.

Exhausting everything,

Fixing nothing,

In this unmade open evenness,

Only original perfection pervades.

Jagged edges run through every heart,

Starving, striving, writhing, wrath,

Slaughter at home,

Stirring, murmuring, rumbling, rising response,

Awake, awake!

Together:

Rising up,

Reaching down.

Pulling up,

Pushing forward.