A grief deeper that the ages
Possess my soul
Entirely
Sometimes
Longing past understanding
Lays claim to the breath
Sounding the drum of aching
So deep in my chest
And then it seems I spiral
Full fathoms five
To the place
Where creation and destruction
Intersect
And there my heart dances
Held inside
The embrace of angels
As God reveals to me
Both the terror and the beauty
Of her face
Emerging From The Dark Night 
The only method, to resolve this, deep sense of, grief, is by, working, very hard, to, accept, our selves, all the, good, the bad, as well as, the ugly parts of us.
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I actually think this place is collective its a deepening Ive been going through as the ancestors pain becomes conscious through me .. Its very Plutonian and the full moon really summoned it up this afternoon.
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