inside out

a heart bleeds today
in the silence
of her temple,
where the world
arrives noisily,
with the sounds
of gleaming swords
lashing against
ancient walls,
clods of pride
being smashed
to smithereens
outside,

swords of blame
now bent and used
inside,
to chisel
prune and slough,
what does not belong
here -
where there is only
one sacred space,
always growing,
always turning,
always merging
inside out.