Falling Back

We each have our own
path to this temple,
from 10,000 directions
falling like sparks
back to the quiet
uproarious chaos
of the Master's gaze.

In that mirror of annihilation
each one of us cries
O it's You!
And the Beloved answers
O it's You!
Every language, every tribe,
has a word for this
and it is always
the word for "Heart."

Photo by Kristy Thompson