In Our Grief

Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional

In our grief a beauty shines

The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits

Today we are reminded
Of the preciousness of life.

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Heart Broken and Filled with Joy

When the eyes begin to clear
And the veil falls finally to the ground
What remains is a kind of bewilderment
Exquisite agony of clear seeing

The full extent of projection
The shock of seeing a world built upon falseness
The mass delusion of erroneous beliefs
And the madness of all conflict

Brings the seer to their knees in grief

Whilst with the same eyes
Such a beauty, a miracle, is witnessed
The light that is inside everything equally
Is realized fully
And all is experienced as perfect
Always was, always will be

The clear seer walks the earth
Heart broken and filled with joy
Grief stricken
Yet in limitless acceptance
Of all that is

There is no escaping duality
But depending on the depth of one’s seeing
One can allow it to be as it is
On ever more subtle yet profound levels.

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A Collective Grief

And if an immense sadness
Approaching grief and overwhelm
Should fall upon you
Do not throw your hand
Or think there is something terribly wrong

For the opposite is true
Something right is happening in you
Albeit painful and difficult
There are two types of sadness and grief
The individual and the collective
And we cannot know which is which

Our emotional body is connected to the whole
But we are unaware of this
And this may cause us great pain
We are more connected to each other than we know
And we try so hard to maintain our separation

But we are in the time of collective suffering
And we are each barometers and holders of that grief
When the collective lie is great
It is the same as the pain of individual denial
Which is great

We cry, we grieve, we endure
We dance, we mourn, we shout
We rage, we pray, we love, we beseech
We laugh, we allow,
But we do not deny
And we are not ashamed of feeling fully.

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Already Masked Up

How many masks will we wear
Before we realize
We were already wearing masks
Because shame is at the root
Of unconsciousness
And we live in a world
Where people hide their vulnerability
And hide their grief
Afraid of revealing themselves

This new mask syndrome is convenient
But, on the existential level,
Doomed to failure

We are born for contact, for connection
We are trained to watch each other’s every detail
We stare into the eyes and face of our mother
Reading with wonder every twitch, smile and frown
And now all we see are the eyes of strangers
Some hostile, some benevolent, many scared
Reaching out across space and time
Like stars blinking in a dark universe

We were already masked up
Hiding how we feel
This current masking brings us to our grief
The height of our apparent separation from each other
Secretly, on the shadow side,
I think many actually want to wear masks

We are at our grief point my friend
Breakdown or breakthrough, who knows which

I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you.

– Kaviji

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The Path of Beauty

The reservoir of grief
Held back by the dam of denial
Burst its banks one day
And what poured forth was rage

Those who knew about such matters
Had predicted it would happen
For it is the natural law
That says ‘What is suppressed
Will eventually make its way to the surface,’

The spring of joy finally bubbles up to the surface
After passing through the darkness
Where rocks squeeze together
Creating create pressure

The path of beauty is discovered
Through the embracing of suffering
Not the turning away from it.

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Let us Rebuild the World

Let us rebuild the world
With heartfelt praise
Let us water it back to life
With our grief made visible
There is beauty inside everything
But it must be spoken to
It must be courted
As the lover courts his beloved

The world is dry, parched of love water
Choked of grace, longing to be praised

And if we do this, if we offer our deepest,
We will be bringing ourselves back to life
For it is really us who are lost on the road
A thirsty traveller going who knows where
Forgotten why we are even there
Stumbling along, distracted and confused

Let us decide now, you and I,
To rebuild whatever world we can
To allow our tears and our joy
To fall into existence
And bring nourishment
For the benefit of all beings.

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WHY WE NEED TO GRIEVE

This poem is a call to grief
A call for us to throw off our defenses
To tear off the stony masks
That cover our pain
And to grieve innocently and fully
Wherever we are
Whatever our circumstances

We must grieve
To renew
It is part of the cycle of joy
Which is part of the essence of life
Grief is an acknowledgment
Of our humanity, our vulnerability
And our temporariness

Grief is the balm the ego needs
To soften its aggrandizement

And now we are here, at home,
Confused, angry, anxious, alone
Losing loved ones and strangers alike
We have always been losing loved ones and strangers alike
Death and suffering surround us

But now our fragility and our vulnerability
Are in true focus
The truth of our condition is here to be seen
And to be felt
We are fragile
And the web of life is fragile

We can’t pretend any longer
To pretend is to deny
And to deny
Is what causes us to bury our darkness
Deeper and deeper
Until it becomes a monster

My friend, don’t be afraid of grief
It is the doorway to beauty
And all that is real
Be afraid of falseness and denial
It will make you cold and brittle

We are in extraordinary times
When we are being reminded of the truth
That we cannot turn away from our humanity
Or carry on in our old ways
What an opportunity.

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Befriend Grief, Discover Joy

This wholesale denial of grief
Renders the village
At war with itself

A people that denies its pain
Its confusion and its sorrow
Cannot truly celebrate its joy

The pushing away of death
Into the shadows
And our inability
To open our hearts
To our wounded state
And let love pour in and out
Keeps the beauty of life
The jewel we seek, peace,
Out of our hands

And we live as ghosts
Dreaming of the things
We could easily have
If only we turned and faced life

The wound is becoming clear
Rising to the surface of the collective
All that was denied is now
Becoming visible

Can we face ourselves?
Or will we yield to the despot
Who cries ‘It’s them!’
And we all turn
And blame someone else
Here we are friend,
In the midst
Of the biggest existential crisis
Since we arrived

Your grief
Your joy
Your openness
Your truth
Your power
Your love
Your beauty
Is in your hands

The only revolution is inside

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The Reservoir of Grief

Those who do not know
The field of love
At the root of all things
Are suffering greatly
Which is why they create
Torment and argument

There is a grief we all carry
Disowned and denied
It destroys the whole village

Those who can embrace
The full weight of grief
And let it flow into the world
Allow the flowers of joy
To grow in the fertile soil

Control has never been the answer
We live in the unravelling
The days when the old ways are failing
And we must embrace that which has been denied

Everything wants to come home
And the reservoir of grief is overflowing.

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