Rub thumb’s fingernail over
what was once an open wound,
no longer raw, but instead scabbed,
dull, unfeeling.
My heart seems on this day
to be likewise,
dense, scarred and dumb
to Mystery.
Flat, deflated, depressed, empty.
Om namo Bhagadvate vasudevaya…
Rip open my heart Beloved,
soften and lift it.
Cause the petals of this lotus
to open again
that the fragrance of our Love
might fill my senses.
Brighten this day with
Your delight.
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