Book of Grief
In the quiet of The Golden Boat, we recall our experiences as souls upon the human journey. Grief arrives in many forms along this way. In glancing back towards older grief, we shine a light forward.
I want to go HOME.
She said
“Listen for the distance
between things.”
There…
we heard it.
The heart.
Faint,
but beating still.
Maimed,
but alive.
Broken,
yet calling with all its might
for help.
She said
“Find the soft,
the gentle,
and the mess
in the effort
towards that.”
But in a sordid turn,
we
became
just me.
Here I sit
with a mess of uncertainty
so vast.
Unknowns
beyond imagining,
trying to open to the tender possibility
that healed love brings.
I saw you.
I did.
Briefly,
reluctantly,
emerging from the stone.
Then in a flash,
missing again.
Robbed
by a rageful beast.
Grief carries me now
to a foreign place,
while I ever reach
to the beauty
trapped beneath the stone.
Dropping into
this space apart,
I am struck dumb.
How did we arrive at this empty?
Recklessly?
Thoughtlessly?
Selfishly?
Where is the bridge
that delivers us to the other?
Lost now to chaos.
In waking from a dream
I call to you,
but you are gone.
I am left with your clothes staring at me
and I at them.
He's ridden with us all along…
the hammer that smashed our world
into these broken parts.
POSTLUDE
This is not HOME.
Swept away
by a spell are you.
Carried by delusion
to land and time distorted.
Blinded,
while the gift rests before you,
though in your stupor
you cannot see
me.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up”
wept she.
My sister sings sweetly
“There is that with wings
some call hope.”
Amazing performance and concept. Such a powerful and emotional piece that resonates for everyone, imo. Fresh and visually mesmerizing! The vibes hit hard. I am lucky to call you friend and partner.
Lovely!!!