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!