Three Hearts
slow winter sun on day flowers
color and subsume the tapestry.
verdant greenest green towers
my iris grafted onto wholeness.
who will the last woman be?
the veil lifted comes early spring.
temporal and spatial the birds sing
to the beat of my three hearts trade-off,
accept grief, transforming by way of
the art of empathy, praise the grieving!
the thump of the physical heart, rapid,
steady. wrap the deepest wound, trap it.
etheric eye touches the sacred plane.
snowcapped Sierra's serrated, a vain
glory triumph of the emotional heart.
glimpse the night sky through clouds,
embrace nature rising up grateful.
the undiscovered country of three hearts
has grown fearless and therefore powerful.
