Sputnik

 

For me writing is a way to reach out to the world 

and reveal my inner thoughts but outer heart,

the words sent out like the beeps of Sputnik

hoping they resonate with fellow strugglers who

are looking to find a healthy place on this planet.

But like that first satellite it sometimes feels like

my heart is a ball of metal circling the globe 

alone and isolated in the cold darkness of space. 

Reentry is where temperatures escalate to burn

away pride, ego, self-delusion, and lack of love.

That fall is the grace of suffering:  the divine fire

that purifies gold, that burns off impurities,

that allows the heart to glow like the sun and 

provide warmth and light, though I still circle…

*beep*  *beep*  *beep*  *beep*  *beep*  *beep*

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