A poem on letting your heart break, falling in love with a million details of the here and now.

In moments
when dullness
takes root
spreading grey
and flat
dis-ease,
look around
ask yourself:
are there not
millions of details
to fall in love with
in this moment
and this
and this
and this…?
Instead of loving
these million details,
do you stay bland
(afraid, restless)
shaky vulnerability
rumbling unknowingly
beneath
layers and layers
of distraction?
The antidote:
Feel the truth
of your death
and the urgency
of your life
letting yourself crack
at recognition
that everything you hold
dear
will vanish
like morning fog in sunlight.
Coax this heart open
eyes understanding
nothing is uninteresting
when seeing wide awake.
Receive the shape
of each beloved
and fall fully
into the pain
breaking heart
wondering again and again
whether you are truly feeling
anything.
The antidote:
stop, be
still
marvel at curl of hair
splatter of light
mixing with shadow
flash of eyes
memory of most sublime
moment
and how it passed.
Fall in love with this,
then that.
Be ravished
by these million details
in dance of day
before you
everywhere.
There is nothing mundane,
only mind not yet awake
heart not broken
in face of vulnerable
preciousness
of life
right
now.
✾