Wednesday, January 24, 2018

of grief and blue . . .

of what purpose is sorrow


why are there spaces that feel so ripe with its weight & darkness

are we here merely to discover how to rise

tracing back to our bone the imprint of feathered things

how do we honor indigo stories without taking on the wound
gathering to soul-fast the shavings
molding our vision to see thru to other side

folding & unfolding
gather, release

to experience the quest
learn how to rise

on feathered things 

1 comment:

  1. Really wonderful Susie...All we can do is to feel it and allow time and the feeling itself to unfold the answer. I love this poem, and, of course, you!