Grief is not a script to be flipped.
It is not an event to move through.
Or a mountain to climb.
It is an experience to bow to,
To revere,
To feel in its entirety.
It is an opportunity to see the crack
Below the surface,
The fault line of separation.
The ache of being flesh and bone
It is our deepest human wound-spotlighted.
I kneel before this pain in gratitude
This highlighted darkness is my teacher
There is truth here.
Humility and Heart.
An invitation to expand
And become more alive.
Why rush back to the bright lies of a shaded society?
Id rather slip into the crevice of my grief
And become a miner for gold.