My Own Wild Heart

jane heavenly siren © 2015 heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

the more I can
be and see
broken,
the more
I feel whole

whole-ing
wholly
holy

the howler
the healer,
the bleeder
the seer;

all wrapped
in love-torn
wings of grace...

sometimes my
branches are bare,
sometimes
they are bursting
with screaming beauty
in all directions

the more I allow
all of the characters
to come to tea
just as they are,
the less they seem
to shout across the table

the more I listen
to the authority
of my own wild heart,
the less I wield
a tongue of falseness

broken has a loveliness
nothing else can reveal;
a sublime order;
the bellows of aliveness…

I am beginning
to see
beauty
as a lens,

through which
the unmistakable
paradox gazes
back at me;
with equal wonder

sacred thread words and image © Heather Rhodes at  Studio Petronella
model: jane