Look, look can you hear it with your eyes?
The dark undulating sounds of blues, blacks that ripple and crack and purples deeply penetrating
Fear arises, that old mossy sea worn, weathered, well worn layers of grays
Contention, contraction, pulling and tugging with loud hands at the very core of all that you hold to be true.
Spacious and open as the old falls away revealing tender pinks, yellows and pastels of all hues
Darker shades flow from the eyes as the weeping fills the air with big bellowing clouds filled with old memories
Can you trust the new world?
Listen can you see it?
Can you smell the touch?
Feel the smell?
Let go of the past with its familiar pathways
Explore with the senses, open into the extreme loss and suffering
Rejoice in our birthright
Dance in an out of the glow of the loss
Embrace the vision
You are alive now!
Every cell of your being is waiting for your message
What now?
All senses charged and full of awareness
Travel into the new landscapes
Big bright, shiny, dew drops on scorched grass green
See the sky come alive with all the anger of the gods.
Banging on pots and pans like a child seated contently on the kitchen floor
Weathered utensils placed all around for their enjoyment
Rainstorms, releasing whole world in the blink of an eye kissing leaves on the way down
The earth full of rainbow colors falls away
Ultimate Supreme Emptiness where all possibilities are for your choosing.
Earthquake crevices split open what seemed permanent and unmoving
Look into the depth of dark holes
Cries of anguish, sobbing endlessly in magenta and orange colors cascade down from the loss of what was
And the joyous choir filling the air with song
The above poem reflects on the grief. Often grief is looked at with the mindset of aversion. Often one thinks of grief as dark and although there are some very intense and dark qualities to grief there are also shades of all the colors of the rainbow. Generally speaking, I do not like being in a place of grief, quite frankly it is uncomfortable. It can be a fearful; and scary time because everything that was held as true, real, and permanent proves to be a fleeting phenomenon. When the floor drops out from under me, and what I hold to be true falls away there are many areas of holding and not letting go. It is like one of those scenes in the movie, where someone is hanging off a bridge or cliff and the camera angle shows their fingers just slipping away from the railing. That is when I gasped and my stomach makes its way up into my throat. There is a contention, but there is also a mandatory letting go. When the whole world changes and the ground drop away, all the senses become charged. When all the senses become open to possibilities then this is when there is an exchange of sound, sight, smells, and touch all intermingle because nothing is as it once was. I find grief and loss a wonderful teacher and a great way to blast through the doors of perception.
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