Grief never makes a final departure.
Grieflove goes wherever I go.
To love is to grieve is to belong, to let go.
To detach, to never, ever release.
Witness from I’m meant to be at peace.
Body sensations, millions of memories.
Integrate, accept in layers of
Do not pity me wallowing in the wake
of crashing waves of loss.
Look inside your heart, at all who have
Left you along the way. Do you not feel these
Sensations in your own being?
Can you meet me in the aching place,
Yearning for reunions?
Repressed resistance broken open by a
Tsunami of deaths, endings, ghosting
While living, sometimes barely breathing.
Will you receive me in the surrender of acceptance?
Through weeping, tender eyes, the
Miraculous, noisy birth of compassion shines.
Now brave enough to gaze into these windows of the soul
Your own streaked and stained like mine.
Welcome to This Love,
Infinite and Kind.