Brave Dandelion

a Buddhist nun

who’s voice occupies a small cave in my mind

says that when your heart breaks

good

let it

because it doesn’t collapse inward onto itself

it breaks open

wide

leave it alone

she says

don’t close it back up

put away the duct tape

and hammer

and nails

leave it open for the

rain water to make it shine

for the wind to roar through

and leave it’s echo

the break is not

a tragedy

but rather the proof that a love was born

grown

bloomed

like the brave dandelion revealing itself in a patch of cement

like the lotus flower

opening from a glimpse

of the sun

in the messy mud

of your solitary heart