Being Opened by Grief

There is a particular frequency of grief that is a holy state

Not gripped by despair but instead opened by loss

Like a flower that dared to bloom as the air turned cold

Undone enough to deeply sense - and particpate - in the beauty of all things 

Connected to the fabric of existence, aware of our woveness with all things

May we always feel a part of us in touch with this knowing

To make poetry from the pain

To be profoundly awake and alive within the hologram of our lives 

Drenched in sacredness and gratitude