Lay down your hammer or screwdriver,
your scissors and your needles.
Stop and listen.
Hear the whispers purring
out of that gaping wound.
Hear the notes strong together
from that error, longing or loss.
Appreciate the song slowly rising.
Fell the vibration stirring in the
broken heart,
in that fissure
that threatens to crack you open.
Feel the trembling that wakes you up
from an old slumber,
stirring the winds of change
deep within you.
Feel that promise.
Lay down your duct tape and your glue gun,
your advice or how-to book.
Stop and listen.
See the tiny seed of hope breaking through
that shameful mistake.
Recognize the treasure
you’ve unburied as you stumbled.
Under the rotten stench of decay,
can you smell the fragrant earth
that splits open to birth a new shoot?
Behind the bitterness of abandonment,
betrayal or divorce,
taste the sweetness:
the Sacred Self you are meeting,
the hidden truth emerging,
the fragments of your dreams
coming together into a greater vision.
Before you fix it, experience its miracle.
