Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Vision of the Heart
I saw a dark, poorly-lit room with a cracked cement floor and peeling wallpaper and in the center of the room stood a cage. The cage was like an old-fashioned bird cage. It was covered in layers and layers of dried blood, some fresher than others.
Then I saw a heart, like a living human heart, greying on the edges, locked in the cage. The heart had deep cuts and superficial scars and all sorts of wounds in various stages of healing and severity. It also had wings that had been cut back over and over, demented and without care.
And I saw a key unlock the door and the heart began to beat weakly and the wings shuddered to life. And the door fell open and the heart wanted to fly but wasn’t able to no matter how hard it tried, since it was weak and lacked spirit. But as I looked closer I saw the wings, and as they fluttered, I saw new growth baby feathers underneath the old.
Then I saw a hand reach in and gently take hold of the heart and pull it out, then cupping it with both hands. And one hand covered over the heart so that it was entirely encased and covered by the two hands. Then the heart was uncovered and it was made clean and the scars were healed and the feathers were all clean and grown out full. And the hands lifted the heart high as if to encourage it to fly. The wings fluttered and spread, in anticipation of flight and as if to stretch its long-unused muscles.
tara caribou | ©2018
12 Comments on “Vision of the Heart”
Raw Earth Ink 
You write as if you have experience in such matters. A nice story regardless.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is a vision I actually had.
LikeLiked by 1 person
And how did you interpret It?
LikeLike
It represented my own heart and the cage it had been put in and the abuse I allowed myself. I wanted to believe that someone would come and help my heart heal and fly once again.
LikeLiked by 2 people
And have you spread your wings?
LikeLiked by 1 person
In some ways, yes. It’s hard to have the belief, the faith, that you can fly when for so long you weren’t able to.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is what I was thinking…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice thoughts all the same. Thanks for the story and the “chat”.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Are you alright…?
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am. This is a vision I had while in the midst of (what ended up being) a 42-day fast. It was quite a while ago but I’ve been pondering it again, so reposted it. Thanks for caring and asking, my friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad to hear that. And I’ve also read your interpretation of this vision in the comment above.
Quite fascinating. And I’m pretty certain that the ‘someone’ you’re seeking will find you soon enough.
So keep your chin up!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wouldn’t that be dreamy?! I guess there’s always hope…
LikeLiked by 1 person