Being Broken Open
I am standing, windblown and alone, in a place
among the ancient elder stones
of Peru’s Andean cordillera, where the
wind has free reign, and rain waters, wander.
Here in winter...quietly but surely,
transforming from water to ice, its
expansion clicks, cracks, and snaps as the
mountain opens at the edge of greatness, so that
one small and imperceptible sacred space
can be made for the breaking of unholy
promises at the border of winter and spring.
In this opening of the cordillera's strength and
fluidity the entire Andes shifts on our behalf -
in order to guide us! So go ahead. Follow its lead.
Do not be afraid. In that frozen, lonely
windblown place inside of you – now –
unbeknownst to anyone, let yourself be broken open,
disavowing unholy promises made for you by others.
And in your breaking welcome your awakening.
For being broken open is the nature of life.