Grief is wise;
it echoes lost parts,
surrendered from
wholeness,
surrendered to
awareness, holds
tinier pieces
of recognition,
in moments of aching,
in moments of aching-calm,
in moments of sand moving
through the timepiece
waiting, watching the ache,
knowing this is also
part of love.
Because all is witnessed here,
knowing there’s wholeness
but holding only the holdable parts,
until the rest return.
Fiesta Estrellas 
How do you write with so much precision and detail laying out the truth in the most aesthetically appealing way? Love this piece of philosophical literary creation from your gorgeous quill ♥️
It’s straight from my heart. 💗
Can you feel it, too? It’s potent for me; it needed to be paced.
I felt the pace of your heart beat in this potent piece ♥️ I inhaled the oxygen and felt the purity of your thoughts and felt the surge of emotions .. you needed to write so we could feel and read.
Thank you, dear. I gently lay my pen down. Appreciative of your response. With love, Ka
Welcome 🤗, Ka. ♥️😘
Sister!!!!! 🔥💜💜💜
Sista ♥️
your pen moves sista,
like the wind on the pine, steadfast
your quill 🪶 is the golden dart
filled with sequinned words
a gentle caress upon the senses
a soothing touch of soul sister love ❤️
thank you ♥️
💛 🥰 💛
😍
Grief is indeed a powerful test on that cord we hold Ka. We wrap our arms around ourselves to hold it tight, scared we might break in going through it. But it shifts us, letting us see our own heart more clearly…if but time to heal it ❤️🙏
Grief.
The pain of a parting. Not necessarily a physical death. The living can inflict just as vicious a wound.
Grief as the pining of the lover for the absent beloved. Knowing that something is missing from oneself. That the level upon which there is no loss is so far beyond daily reach, and that the knowledge of being one must abide the pain of feeling torn apart to incompleteness.
There is no true grief without love, nor true love without grief. For now… But, one day, they will resolve, for love and grief are, themselves, lovers, and will unite.
Beautiful, Simon. Just beautiful. 💜
Oooh – that is an accusation rarely levelled at me… 😆 Thank-you.
🤣 You can handle it! 😆
🌼 🌺 🌸 💐
🤔🤣🤣🤣
As one who lives with grief as my companion, I will say your poem captured the essence perfectly. xx
Reading part of a healing process. “Waiting, watching the ache,” reminds me of mindfulness. “knowing this is also part of love,” is great wisdom. Thank you for these strengths.
Beautifully expressed Ka. 🧡
The aching sadness of our grief is a reminder of our deep love for those who passed.
I love thinking about grief as a reflection of deeply we have loved. There is a push and pull and balance between love and grief and a beauty you have captured here. ♥️