Undoing

Often I wish 

I could just rest here 

In the place of undoing

Where I experience my breath

And the silent heartbeat of my blood

Pulsing through cells

Awaiting the arising of a memory

That arrives as a tidal surge

Summoning the sediment of grief within me

Witnessing as it breaches

And pierces the surface of consciousness

A wave in my body

Come to wash my pain clean

There in that space I am far beyond

The place of ‘knowing’

As the truth of everything that happened over these years

Is fully revealed to me

Cracking my casing

And setting me free finally

To exist peacefully in a world

Which is such a stranger 

To the land of undoing