Open Hearts Behold Paradise
by Kyle Matthews
Open hearts behold paradise
in the long rope bridge braided
of bittersweet tears and joyful acclaim;
the bridge that sways in the winds of generation,
that passes through the valley of our rising sun
toward the dark mountain of our dying.
Salt, sweat, sugar, vinegar.
A drop of each goes into the cauldron
of All Being.
Under the cauldron eternal fires blaze
render the child’s thin oils
into the soul-tallow of a whole human—
a lived-in skin from which
the animal and the angel
can gaze together toward communion.
Butter, blood, pepper, cinnamon.
Our spirit dives into the boiling waters
of time and consequence
and is steeped with deep stories
til it becomes a brew
worthy of the old ones.
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