the door of compassion swings both ways:
to allow the tenderness of loss
to by nurtured, by the gentle falling of tears,
the fullness of healing
to be recognized in both belly laughs,
and simple sobbing out the pain;
releasing all that needs to be released,
upon the cool forgiving earth plain
stars twinkle in their knowing,
as willow sways in her wise ways;
salted breeze from harbour..
courage drawn neath cedar,
akin to celebratory days
9/4/11
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