Heart Surgery

Whenever something hurts you

You can either become wounded, or wise

So I lay my heart on the table

And accept the pain as sacrifice

Sacrifice makes sacred

Sacrifice makes whole

Acceptance brings healing

Acceptance brings soul

There was corruption in my heart;

Corruption in my soul.

The ego playing its part

And casting its shadow

Do we acquire our wounds

Or do we choose them?

If we choose,

Why can’t we simply lose them?

And if we acquire,

How can we ever get any higher?

I’ve been struggling with letting go,

Unconsciously projecting my own shadow.

It all seems so real when you’re there

Yet, the pain betrays itself, to be fair.

You know you’re wrong when you’re hurt

Yet we feel so right in victim mentality.

Why do we still fight

What after all is meant to be?

Everything is already accepted.

Otherwise it wouldn’t be.

So stop resisting

Your heart surgery.

Art: Yuri Shwedoff