A Matter of the Heart

Jagged rifts run through this heart,

Here they're born and borne,

Here they dye and die.

This split is I,

These 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, raging reaction,

Awake, awake!

All together:

Rising up,

Reaching down.

Pulling up,

Pushing forward.