The key is rusted #tanka


the door to my heart

flies ajar with each cold blast

every well-aimed kick

I try, but cannot stop it

because the key is rusted

©Jane Paterson Basil


10 thoughts on “The key is rusted #tanka

        1. Both of my parents died of heart desease – my dad was 79 And he sent my mother on holiday, then deliberately worked himself to death while her back was turned, because he didn’t feel like living through another winter) and my mum was 88 – so no worries there…

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  1. Just wondering – do you meditate? If you do, you can go into your heart, using intent, clean it of whatever muck you intuitively feel ready to release. If you do this please ask for the muck to be transmuted to Light energy. While there try ‘oiling’ the hinges. Love is the greatest healer there is 🙂

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    1. I go through phases of meditation, and yes, I know that is not the way to do it, but I have an obsessive nature, and when I’m gripped by something I push everything else aside, no matter how good it is for me.
      I’ve worked a lot with colour breathing, but never tried clearing stuff in the way you suggest. I’m going to do it.

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        1. I’ll look forward to it.
          I always seem to be chasing after myself, never catching up, but I will do that meditation. I may have to do a couple where I take myself to my favorite tree and absorb its peace and goodwill,(it’s a beautiful, loving Beech) before I’m ready for the serious stuff.


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