The Tree

A tree is growing from my heart. I thought I was dreaming. I woke up in the morning and felt a leaf tickling my throat. Hmmm... Did I eat leaves last night?? I went on living for awhile longer and one morning, I felt the leaf again. It really is a tree: beautiful, solid, with lots of roots. I can see it in the left side of my heart.

I guess it's time to give my heart a thorough inspection. I haven't spent too much time with it lately. It's a shame, really. It has so much to say, and it usually makes me feel like I am part of myself again. I see colors, I see wind, the sea is still there, salty and enormous. The flowers I once burried in there are still alive. How can that be? Thank you, my heart. Oh, yes. I can see the compartments too. I have built them so carefully, thick walls, no windows. Safe. Just in case I decide to look inside sometime. There are couple of holes in some of them, I'll have to fix them later. Heart, please send a note to my brain about this.

This is interesting: there's a window here. Did I put it there? I don't remember it. I can see so clearly through it. All of a sudden my compartments are not safe anymore. I can see my whole world in this window. I am vulnerable. I am afraid. I am hopeful. I am in love. I think I'll keep it.
Thank God for the tree growing in my heart!

Carnival

Let's go to the carnival.
Let's watch the acrobats fly, let's imagine they are us.
Let's fly freely, with no fear of falling.

A rose? Sure, I will take one. I will wear it in my hair.
I am a gypsy. I come with the wind, I leave when the flowers bloom.
You want to ride the carousel?
Be careful. The world is spinning, the colors bleed and blend.
What color are you?

Yes, the clowns are here too.
They make me laugh... a little. I just know they are sad.
I know, I should ask them to fly.

Today, the clowns are acrobats, the acrobats are elephants,
and we are endless.