Grief Leaves When Its Held

I wish
people who pretend
they understand
would just stop.



and.



pause.




Slow way down
and awaken
To The Realisation
It is not understanding
you could possibly have.

But maybe a fine attuned holding
In silence.
In space
In The sweeter saying of
No Thing
accepts with your
full Love

~ grief

{1968, 1970, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1979, 1981}