Friday, September 2, 2011


Within the place of hurting
lie portals to our Soul;
a door to our becoming,
through heavens and through hells.
These tender, fragile places
where skin can barely hold,
allow us to be opened,
to live, to learn to feel.
In each and every one of us,
Achilles- like remains
these small and fragile openings
which help us find our way.
The truth of our humanity
is held within that space,
where Gods have held and loved us;
allowed our woundedness.

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