pain behind the pain

your heart was never broken
nor tore apart
how could the source of all love
in something that is not love?
sinking in despair
you hid it in a concrete box
and closed the gate to your divine self
and then died bit by bit
believing the story
told by your fears
but the heart stays untouched
the source doesn’t dry up
and lifting you up
moment by moment it waits…
the pain behind the pain
is the key to the gate


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