Re:The Strangeness of Grief
by idclip on Friday January 03, 2020 @05:20PM
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grief is a sonnet.
it's beauty, it's a lukewarm waterfall.
it's a warmth that washes
over us, intense.
consuming, penetrating
until we yield.
and in that silence,
we let go.
grief is beautiful because it's a gentle descent, where in that abyss is a hand that lifts us; like a infant just now born, being wrapped in warm cloth, and given to its mother.
i have an intimate relationship with grief.
i see it coming again to visit, and i know it will be one of the last feelings i will experience as i arrive.
it's only "strange" because we are not as familiar with non duality as we are with duality.
grief is a chain that unbinds. it's a 10-Ton weight that makes you lighter.
it's beauty, it's a lukewarm waterfall.
it's a warmth that washes
over us, intense.
consuming, penetrating
until we yield.
and in that silence, we let go.
grief is beautiful because it's a gentle descent, where in that abyss is a hand that lifts us; like a infant just now born, being wrapped in warm cloth, and given to its mother.
i have an intimate relationship with grief.
i see it coming again to visit, and i know it will be one of the last feelings i will experience as i arrive.
it's only "strange" because we are not as familiar with non duality as we are with duality.
grief is a chain that unbinds. it's a 10-Ton weight that makes you lighter.
i guess it's time for bed.