Dark Heart

Sometimes you just have to
shut your eyes and sink
into dark-hearted silence
where there is no news, no lie.

Drown in not even trying to love.
Dissolve in refreshing
splendors of emptiness
where so much is now
suddenly possible.
Graciously, out of that
inmost hollow,
where children have not
been murdered or born
by sadness,
flows the unpremeditated
river of compassion.

O wordless Presence,
create the world again
in my chest.

I'm sorry. I love you. Forgive me.
Did I say that yesterday?
I say it again today.

Seven billion times I
say it tonight in the tender
impeccable womb
of my luminous sorrow.