What if the heart cracks like a seed, needing to be opened to grow? Then how do we understand what comes pouring out? Does pain turn into a small root? Does grief if watered start to break ground? It does no good to tell someone broken that they will become a flower. No one believes this while lost in the dark, anymore than creatures of the night can believe that there’s a festival of life making up the day. But this is the work of faith, the faith that moves like song and blood beneath our wounds: to believe that we are more than what is done to us. It’s true. I’ve lost everything more than once, each a devastation. Yet each in time grew me into who I was to be. I can’t explain or offer conclusions. Just know that we’re surprised into being. Like divers who open the treasure just as they’re running out of air, we’re forced to let go of what we want in order to live another day.
so much better with a reason for opening….
inquiry for today~ your discernment is your own heart of the dharma…..
there can be no transformation.