Who has not felt the gut wrench of grief
Drowning in the uncontrollable wave

Which one has never felt broken
Fragility laid bare, wounds exposed

All beings stand equal
At the altar of eternity

When the veneer is rubbed off
Each will stand naked
In the presence of the unconditional
Adorned only in whatever humanity
They have salvaged from their existence

The day I fell out of the world
I was caught by a feather hand
That has held me ever since

Now words just tumble out
As if by themselves.