the shield is thin that stands between
the warmth of joy, and biting ice
grief is never far away
and overshadows life
the shield is thin that I create
and all my efforts vain
my work is no more use to me
than paper in the rain
grief
Circle Declaration
The wrong words have been spoken.
They summon up famine,
injustice and grief.
The line is narrow and doesn’t turn back.
Progress and riches,
shot like an arrow,
Power and greed pull back the bow.
I hear it groan, as it strains and creaks.
The higher it flies the further it falls.
The circle is endless,
The earth is all-knowing,
Liquid with sunlight
Holy and starbright
A mystery sings, at the heart of it all.
The movement is one of coming and going,
Eternally growing,
naturally flowing.
For wisdom and balance we send out the call.
Grief
There are two kinds of grief
Grief for the living and grief for the dead
They each have their own paths
Both consume your heart and your head
There are two kind of lost love
One leaves you empty and one fills your heart
One by decision and one by decree
The love lost through death will never depart
Both are like poison, one brings its own cure
Grief for the dead brings transition and warmth
Grief for the living is cold, icy and pure
One fills the heart, the other leaves it empty
Hearts remember the love that they felt
But life is not intended for grieving
All grief and sorrow passes in time
The cure is to love those who are leaving
The Dreaming Path 