Right now in my grief the 

Hardest cut is that abject fear 

Divides us into imaginary solitary 

Planets too hypnotized by anxiety

To see the holiness in the

Infinite circularity of everything

And that the dark night of the cosmic soul 

Is a necessary nightmare for 

Learning that linear swords never can

Pierce nonlinear loyalties reborn by 

Sacrifice and each time we

Return to the dark's ecstasy with the dawn 

We can erase a breath to revise our prayer

Refine the offering of ourselves for 

Our new birth beyond the mortal 

Dimension fed by our eternal Mother 

And morning shows forever I can never 

Really be abandoned nor grieving