I found a broken man sitting on a chair
playing a song with pieces of his heart
I asked him his name and he gave me a tear
So I said hello tear, may I take you somewhere?
I found a heart sitting alone on a chair
I asked where’s your owner and it said “over there”
And sure enough there was a man walking on air.
He saw me and said dear, have you seen my tear?
She left so long ago, where did she go?
I smiled and looked with him up in the air
I held his hand and looked inside the ground
I gazed with him inside his coffee cup,
he opened his heart so we could search inside
I still can’t find my tear he said,
can I have yours instead?
I found a man who looked like a mirror
I leaned closer and fell in the picture.
Among the broken lines I saw them appear,
Thousand little smiles shining in every tear
Emotions trace lines all over us, roads and path that criss-cross in every direction again and again, new and old lines mixing. And those wrinklles in our hearts, those bitter-sweet imprints of love shared or lost, make it grow and become ever more embracing, loving, forgiving. There are no limits to how much a heart can love, and through each disappointment or setbacks, it learns to love even more.
This is what Death tells us. That no matter how it stretches my heart when someone dear to me is taken away, it won’t break ; because my heart will just stretch even more, all the way to the Moon, why not ? And beyond every star, every corner of space and time a spirit might venture to ; my body may be right here among all the other moving bodies, the ones pumping warm blood and oxygen every second of the night and day without a second thought…
but when you leave yours, my heart will be right there with you among the celestial bodies. In a split second it will follow you to your new home and explore with you. Because this is the nature of the heart and its mission of love. Let your spirit follow the lines traced in your heart, let it explore these dark alleys and sweet corners, until you discover…
What? That it’s all there. That there are doors that merge rather than separate, that once you have stepped through its all the same ; you me… here, there, yesterday, now and tomorrow. All weaved in the timeless fabric of love.