Broken

Be broken into a million pieces.

Only then will your heart no longer be confined
by the precious delusion of your own destiny.

And perhaps you will stop being a house with a few
windows for the light to pour in.

Instead you will be the ground and the sky.

You will be the echo of your mother’s cry
and the imprint of your father’s feet.

You…will be everything!

          Aida Millett

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