Pierced

A memory. Self-portrait at Ardalanish coast, Isle of Mull, Scotland

Pierced

7/5/10

When my body purges

from illness, bad food,

I'm reminded of mortality,

how vulnerable we are

just outside death's door,

and it brings tears

as soul breaks open

to feel life's preciousness

cherishing those I love

yet witnessing my protectionism

by ignoring the inevitable,

'All this shall pass.'

our world, myself, memories,

will be as nothing

in Great Mystery's forever,

paradoxically urging I stop

to appreciate everyone, everything,

while taking expressive action

inspired by pierced heart.