If your heart is broken,
it must have opened during the night.
If it is open, it is a portal.
Enter that darkness
through your deepest wound.
There is no other way to the light.
Stars know this.
They spin from furious maelstroms
of silence.
This blood flow heals.
If there's a flower surge of
yearning and belonging in your chest,
The Friend must have touched you there
while you were sleeping.

My dear friend Chani took this photo at the wilderness beach in Oregon this week.