Not Broken

 

The broken heart is not "broken." 
Breaking is its nature. 
Nothing needs mending. 
Just dissolve the thought, 
"I have a broken heart," 
in a breath of silence.
This is 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.