The Way the Heart Warms
The way the heart warms when it opens to love
Is the way the Earth warms in the spring,
Never warm for only one person alone,
It spreads warmth over everything.
The way the heart sings when it opens to love
Is the way the lark sings in the air,
Letting its blessings water the Earth,
Showering down everywhere.
The way the heart hurts when it opens to love
Is a mixture of pain and of joy,
As this small chambered space in the cave of the breast
Grows wide as the Earth and the Sky.
The heart knows no limits when love is alight.
There’s no prison it cannot break through.
When the heart is in love the spirit is free
For the tasks it has chosen to do.
The way the heart warms when it opens to love
Is the way the Earth warms in the spring,
Never warm for only one person alone,
It spreads warmth over everything.
Jehanne Mehta
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