After the bone shaking grief
After the tree has shaken it’s leaves loose to the ground.
It stands bare, alone,
Stripped down, soul bared & naked,
roots & branches exposed to air.
So vulnerable, so exposed,
like a raw nerve.
It snaps me to the Present.
Down to the barest of essentials.
Finally seeing reality for what it truely is,
I stand tall & rooted–
taking inventory of me . . .owning me.
There is something power-full in this, seeing things for what they Really are,
what they never were,
grieving what I wish had been . . .
When all is said & done I am left with the basics of myself,
my Truest Self & that voice deep within is firm, strong, grounded &
Now that the leaves have been shaken away, there is room for air & Light in this loneliness.
Stripped bare, I breath more fully, deeply,
clinging tightly to This moment, this breath.
I will miss you, like a sweet song, like the ache of fall
when all was golden. But I know the real
Truth & power lies within.
There is air & light breaking through the cracks
and there is a freedom being stripped down to these bare essentials,
no matter how harsh & barren they might seem.