The broken heart is not "broken." Breaking is its nature. Therefore, nothing needs mending. Just dissolve this thought, "I have a broken heart," in a breath of silence - the healing that has always already happened. Do you call the flower a broken bud? Do you call the gushing spring a gash in the earth? Or the door to the wine cellar, emptiness? The wine is love. Descend. Give your wound a new name.
Not Broken
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