How wide the world we know, the joys of beauty’s experience
All lost to chance or fate, or the well-meaning platitudes spoke
To ease the un-easable loss, the unfathomable loss.
Gone are all the days to come, vanished in probabilistic
Mathematics of whom may live and whom may die, whom remains.
I have gone down to the sea more than one life can bear in time.
I have cast the barq of loved-ones to the otherworld beyond
Reckoning of mortal realms and all that are left are questions.
A formality to be sure, for questions are formless,
Are open to being, not the answers sought for comfort.
When you are grieving be grieving, when you are sorrowing be Sorrowing
Be not what you are not, be that which you are, and time will flow.
Namaste.