Grief

Like a door to a place I’ve never been before.

I change, you change, we are the definition of change.

And as this merry world keeps turning, burning, evolving species to keep up with the destruction of yet another species - us, my heart evolves too.

I can feel her bursting.

Breaking out from the small confines of comfort

breaking free because of the pain

soaring to the sky and tree tops.

Because of love.

because of the massive issues of the heart that seem un-mapable,

yet call us on, inward and upward to new frontiers of feeling.

Deeper and wider and more subtle

this time

I can catch myself just a little more:

to whom is all this happening?

It’s me. Somewhere here - your present muse,

your soul kicking back and asking you to feel all the

exquisite pain of grief

that comes from how much your heart loves.

Stay in this place.

Learn her secrets.

Do not be too hasty to return to the hum drum world

of work, plans, busyness.

Here is a teacher par none, and she wants your full attention.

The in-between