Anatomy of a Heart

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion the the clarity of their heart - Rumi

Hearts are messy.
Some entangled with love.
Some with pain.
Others are guarded with thorns until they are torn open again.

Some only see with their mind
or
With the eye in their heart.
The balance is tricky always from the start.

Some are open and blooming
or
Shut in the dark.

For some love is innate in the make-up of their heart, spiraling through life sprouting limitless roots of love as an endless art.

And just like this, I unravel my heart.