Septembers are hard for me.
As the air cools and the trees change,
I change and remember
the past which holds my present.
In this tree-house view of my life
I find some sense of her life
believing a purpose was fulfilled
utilizing her wisdom and her acceptance.
I can see the arc in her story
as she grew and struggled
and suffered and laughed
reaching into our hearts.
A teacher in the lives of
everyone she loved, and as every
good teacher knows, they learn
how to live and laugh too.
I sit in meditation and feel whole
as I empty myself of my human life.
I sit in my humanity and feel grief
as I feel the lack of her human presence.
I am both a soul living and growing in
my human body and a human being
understanding my soul feeling the
human loss of another.
Just as I struggle with the ego and the heart,
I struggle with soul and humanity
practicing acceptance in life’s losses
and opening to the vastness of love.
Grief comes when it comes
without an invitation, arriving on
my doorstep like a yearly visitor,
coat tattered and worn from life.
What choice do I have but accept
its presence and allow a place for welcoming