Grief is not your enemy.
Let the shadow of pain
eclipse your form.
Let the shadow of pain
eclipse your form.
Fall apart,
drop to your knees in sacred surrender,
let it all go to shit.
drop to your knees in sacred surrender,
let it all go to shit.
The pieces no longer fit that way, anyway!
The wise thing to do would be...
Open the grip!
The one that holds it all together,
seemingly for dear life.
Open the grip!
The one that holds it all together,
seemingly for dear life.
Dear Life,
I breathe in
your formless chaos
that is my soul’s longing….
I breathe in
your formless chaos
that is my soul’s longing….
Infinite creation will reorganize the puzzle,
that is the true you.
that is the true you.
