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.