Heart
6-30-19
It is the first consciousness upon opening my eyes
on this summer sunlit morning....
A door unseen
unknown
yet sensed in existential necessity
now fully open.
Something like a keyhole
beaming through a golden light.
It is a portal
now accessible...
it exists soulfully from within.
It stays permanently open now.
It is heart
my heart.
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