I Mourn Differently
I look at death
At transition
Curiously now.
After.
I mourn differently.
I realize
Time is the most valuable thing
Of the utmost importance
And that I mourn,
I mourn
For those who will not
Land fully in their bodies.
I mourn
Not for the way things used to be
Or the comforts we had.
I empathize with those
That will not be able to release
And let go.
My mourning
Is a practice of surrender
Submission and openness
To God and Goddess.
My mourning is
Taking a bath
And crying as the water cradles me
Even if I don’t know why
The tears come.
But I know why.
There is a release
A refreshing wisdom
As the water from the tears
And the salt from the tears
Distill and burn away
My old self.
I mourn differently.
I mourn for the way my friendships
Have changed, left
Ghosted and renewed
And paused
To deeply breathe into the
Fresh, sacred space.
I mourn differently.
Not that I don’t care
I know
Much of this had to happen.
My holy practice of Santosha,
Acceptance
I mourn differently.