Leunig poem

Someone sent me this poem today... it speaks to me very strongly right now.

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring

Let it go, let it out
Let it all unravel
Let it be free and it can be
A path on which to travel
--- Michael Leunig