Who will understand it? What will free it?
As storms rage on, and waves crash against the shore, the heart fears its own fragility. What will become of the flame if the heart breaks?
Seeing this image in meditation, sensing its meaning to unfathomable beyonds, all the hurt places begin to relax.
The heart wobbles in response to uncertainty. The flame flickers. A crimson drop falls on each wound of vulnerability, anointing it with delicate grace.
Bowing to this image, she senses there is still more to create/discover.
There are other hearts. Hi atop a mountain island locked in their own towers, these hearts also hold the flame of possibility.
She senses the distance between them. Sometimes the distance feels insurmountable; sometimes they are so close. Their hearts also quiver to the vulnerability of opening, of breaking, uncertain if their flames can withstand the wind and rain of circumstance.
She gasps in quiet recognition. Perceptions of abandonment can seclude her from a loving, connected world.
As storms rage on, and waves crash against the shore, she takes the exquisite risk of opening, breathing into her own heart to brighten the flame of possibility. Sensing the flame in others, near and far, the exchange of warmth is like a sacred diya connecting all and strengthening divinities within.