Grief is sacred,

It speaks from the depths of our losses

and the core of our humanness,

It is loves’ remorse for not embracing more often

And more fully

Those we loved and those we neglected to love

while we had the chance.

Grief is holy, 

It is love too late for our beloved

yet just in time for our selves.

Grief is the hearts truth,

It is love itself weeping for all

That we can no longer love

and again, 

for those we could have but didn’t.

Grief is a healing balm

Exuded from our wounds 

and for our wounds,

It admits ones’ true vulnerability and sensitivity

to oneself and the world at large. 

Grief is accountable,

an admission of every selfish 

thought or action

We did or did not take.

Grief is the rightness

that forgives us our wrongs

and though it often comes late…

It is never too late.

REFLECTING

Nothing is missing here..

i am freed of all ambitions

having only the gentle signals of my body

guiding me to care for myself:

food and rest and roof,

everything else is 

 icing on my life,

i have evicted false ideas of who I am, 

Exiled all my shoulds

And am left now with an

infinite silent emptiness,

i am that perfectly still surface 

of the pond 

reflecting the vast unmoving sky,

now i am the vast sky, 

and now, 

I am what lights the sky.