“What the mind realizes as wisdom, the heart experiences as love.”

~ Tara Brach

I breathe sadness often now.

Inhale grief, exhale sorrow.

Tears lace my lashes.

Loss and I are best friends.

I bask under the light of despair.

And I am lighter.

The pain eases out slowly.

The anguish grows teeth

Not to gnaw at my heart

But dance beneath the lip of a joy

I am starting to court

In what smiles though I cry.

Gratitude blossoms

With the turkey dinner

Planned for me and my two cats.

I remember hope this year

In every pause, in the still moment

Before I embrace what hurts.

I may not be an old soul.

I may not know much. But the wisdom

I hold finds grace in my heart

As I always remember to trust

In the beat that allows me to bleed.

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Editor: Bryonie Wise

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