Do hearts open and
Close like the yapping
Mouths of adults who
Are self-absorbed with
Their own mundanities?
Or is the heart’s opening
Like the bloom of a flower —
More of a once-and-for-all
Or at least until some wise
Child beholds its beauty
And presses it (folded
Carefully between pages
In what is to her a gigantic
Book) to preserve
Its memory long after
Its purpose is fulfilled?
~ by Stan Stewart
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I believe you have touched on something wonderful here. I just had a thought in my meditation yesterday about the blooming heart. What causes my heart to bloom? And pictured like a rosebud transforming into a large bloomed rose. So amazing your words are here and thank you for a beautiful analogy that too, posed a question. Love it!!
Dear Desirée,
Thanks so much. The thing we call a “heart” is definitely a source of both contentment and transformation. I really appreciate you noticing the poem.
Enjoying browsing your blog, as well!
Playful blessings,
Stan
Definitely it is transforming 😉
Thank you for kindly taking a look at my bare blog. I’m still trying to get the hang of it…I will continue to enjoy your tweets and your site! Many blessings 😉