Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Grief and Grace

Bone dry, they say

the summer takes its toll

then summer turns the wheel across seasons

and 'climate' is a term used

Bone dry, they say

calculators come out

it's a crisis, 

bring your 'fixing' energy

My body spasms, as i let out a gasp

this is what heartbreak feels like

the tears fall out

drops from the sky

What is it that we have not allowed ourselves to feel?

what is not ok?

if we only knew, the piercing unlocks the clouds

let it rain

Given my orientation towards both ecology and inner life, the poem Clouds in Each Paper by Thich Nhat Hanh really speaks to me.  What it evoked in me was the connecting of the somatic life with ecocide.  In the way of animism, there is no schism.

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