by Kevin Noonan

Created on: February 10, 2009

"Bodhisattva Vow"

I am

one of these doors.

Perhaps I have more...perhaps I am more;

but this brokenness is a doorway open,

pouring out my darkness, my concepts, my expectations.

The fullness of my breadth, my breath, my height, my length, my width

are all immeasurable, but measured in my becoming

and their goings - who I was and will be and never will be

and always.

As I work through the open access,

I am met with a structure empty of its chambers: no ventricles, no atria

yet this heart keeps beating.

Once, where there was the opportunity to hide predispositions,

now I can see past forever; I can see past my need

to other hearts beating, trembling, frozen, perhaps dying

I can see; I can breathe.

So I place a hand upon my chest in a vow across forever

to the farthest shores of brokenness

to be the door inward through which the fragmented can again find the pieces of themselves

in a safe place, a safe place, a place safe;

and it's because I am

one of these doors.

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