A letter for the heart of the matter
number 61
What was written on a page.
What was written on my heart.
Stanzas of nature unfolding it’s dreams
like wild flowers in spring
remember to always plant two sunflowers
during the day they turn toward the sun
but at night they turn to each other.
Isn’t that the way with endarkenment and enlightenment
I wonder if the birds that plant them know.
Know that this the way.
Spring after winter after fall after summer.
While I walk a road with well worn signs
following a path that has led off the map.
I am a cardboard knight
whose lost the key to their heart.
So I keep it locked, keep it close,
more faithful to the lock than anything else.
Stepping off into the old grove tall trees
the softness of the carpeted forest floor
muffles all of my thoughts.
Light making it’s way through the leaves above
sparkle and shimmer like gold keys to many doors
When this letter finds you,
read it right away.
Trace the places that form each word,
let the ink run through your fingers
into a river around the rocks.
into the flow
—Cassy Shoshin
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