Cracks

Crack open your window,

Let the call of nature raise you.

Early birds speak your true name, if you listen closely.

Their orchestra is gratitude, chatter and laughter, but isn’t sung in caves.

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Crack open your door,

Let the new wind dust away your old condition.

Its balance seeking whispers carry secrets.

Our senses stirred, and in discomfort there is new abounding empathy.

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Crack open your ego,

Let the Spartans of your conscience know their scars are worthy.

Such loyalty, match it with healing, kinship and kindness to Self.

The second adventure needs no spears or shields.

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Crack open your time,

Let a mythic wonder moment pause your day.

The divine, can’t be clocked in search for meaning, leads to grace.

A eternity of play exists in the World behind the world.

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Crack open your heart,

Let the eyes of those you love stir you up.

There is light, deep down in the treasure of their shipwreck.

It sparkles, with no purpose but relation, longing to be lifted.

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These cracks are not fractures,

They are becoming.

Old truths,

New beginnings.