this morning my heart feels like French fries with melted cheese on it

This morning my heart feels like French fries with melted cheese on it.
It’s all soggy, drenched in a fluid I recognize as “love”…

All defenses down, all resistances smoothed out, all sadness beautified, tears as holy water, as libation for the holy ground of my heart that holds in this moment,

all the sorrows of the world, all the joys, all the beauty and all the atrocities that come from the same loving heart of someone, who is deeply in pain and despair,
utter loneliness, all my pieces swept down the drain slowly climb back and enter
the temple of my heart,
like everything else that have been denied before.

I say a quiet welcome, like a prayer of gratitude, as I listen to an angel sing...

 

 

My heart feels like French fries with melted cheese on it, this morning.
It’s all soggy, drenched in a fluid I recognize as “love”…

Something happened to my heart? What happened to my heart?
Does anyone know?