Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

My Heart Broken Open

Once upon a time a professor declared that I was a “Poetic Genius” …. Shortly after that I stopped writing.  It’s only been recently that I even tried to write poetry again, I’m feeling a bit rusty most certainly, but while my beloved Guru Ma Jaya lay dying of cancer slowly slipping away from this plane, one of my gurubai said: We are in this together Ma Jaya always said let the heart break open.”  those words led to me writing this.

My Heart Broken Open

My heart has been broken
pain screaming out

My tears burn
lava running down my face

You’re gone, but the light remains
brightness in memory

My heart has been broken open
so that love can flow in

My tears burn fear
and then become aware

You will always be here
a light within

And my heart broken open
beats for you…