let the sadness breathe
there are things we longed for
dark stars lighting up a night sky
in which our souls drowned
no understanding to be found
anywhere
nothing there to ease the pain
or even
at times
make sense of it
and so all of these tears fall down
I know it cannot change
the past
there is no way to gain what was lost
but even so
there is some healing in knowing the truth
in bearing witness to the anguish and the pain
in allowing the tears to fall down
like rain
as we let our sadness breathe
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Love the title of this poem. This echoes the idea of meditation–accepting all feelings, making space for them, and them letting them go.
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Yes I love it that I am reaching that deeper place of beung with, surrendering and allowing. Thanks so much. 💙🦋
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Give me a real purpose, I cry out, and it’s not enough simply to live
nor that it’s a beautiful sunny day with colorful fragrant flowers!
I’m tormented hourly by my desire for emotional, material and creative gain
that ultimately matters naught, I explain. My own mind brutalizes me like it has
a sadistic mind of its own. I must have a progressive reason for this harsh endurance!
I’m warned that one day on my death bed I’ll regret my ingratitude
and that I’m about to lose my life.
I counter that I cannot mourn the loss of something I never really had
so I’m unlikely to dread parting from it.
Besides, my greatest gift from life is that someday I’m going to die.
I’m further warned that moments from death I’ll clamor and claw for life
like a bridge-jumper instinctively flailing his limbs as though to grasp at something
anything that may delay his imminent thrust into the eternal abyss.
Angry I reply how odd it is people bewail the ‘unfair’ untimely deaths of the young when they’ve received early reprieve from their life sentence, mourned by those who must remain behind corporeally confined yet do their utmost to complete their entire life sentence—even more, if they could!
Could there be people who immensely suffer yet convince themselves they sincerely want to live when in fact they don’t want to die, so greatly they fear Death’s unknown?
Oh leave me be to embrace and engage the dying of my blight!
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There is a letting go in mourning and trapped life energy is freed for energy ti engage more fully now. We don’t have a to savage ourselves or others more for just feeling its part of being human. Philosophy doesn’t interest me that much any more since I made friends with my heart. ❤💚💙💚❤
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Nicely said …. I think I understand.
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We all have our own process.
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And death is not to be feared its just a change of form. 🦋💙🦋
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Here is fragment from lyric I laced I call Mapping Stars through the Fires
Like all lyrics they are like contents of recipe the ingredients that tell the story
Let me know what it speaks to you and sense of expressionism it portrays
Mapping Stars through the Fires
Lately I’ve been stumbling to just get my feet out the door my head is spinning into a state of chaos when will this insanity stop
When life used to have a joyful purpose for me with you by my side we will go for late cruises sitting in the back of my truck with our feet hanging over the edge as we are mapping the stars hearing the fires crackling in the dark of night
Chorus: Many nights I lie awake at night in the solace of the dark thinking how did I get to this point I’m at why did you have to leave me so lost and empty handed watching the stars all on my own E.O.S -Primal Repr
Slainte
Alex
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Here is fragment from lyric I laced I call Mapping Stars through the Fires
Like all lyrics they are like contents of recipe the ingredients that tell the story
Let me know what it speaks to you and sense of expressionism it portrays
Mapping Stars through the Fires
Lately I’ve been stumbling to just get my feet out the door my head is spinning into a state of chaos when will this insanity stop
When life used to have a joyful purpose for me with you by my side we will go for late cruises sitting in the back of my truck with our feet hanging over the edge as we are mapping the stars hearing the fires crackling in the dark of night
Chorus: Many nights I lie awake at night in the solace of the dark thinking how did I get to this point I’m at why did you have to leave me so lost and empty handed watching the stars all on my own E.O.S -Primal Repr
Slainte
Alex
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Its sad losing rather way to joy. I relate but I feel lighter lately. I’m even managing to laugh a lot more after and even despite the tears. It is so sad losing the way to simplicity, openness and joy.
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Didn’t mean to put it twice must have been running low my bad mate
What did you think of Mapping Stars through the Fires ?
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I liked it it just made me feel sad.. xox
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