haiku - Grief

Pass through me, Sweet Grief.
Mobilise the flow of Love
Cleansing Fire of Death.

Grief without an I,
no sadness inherent there.
Just the Flow of Love.

The Flow of Love is,
just a story to explain,
Inhaled by All.

Which is just story,
about what the feeling is,
The Something called Grief.

now that She is talking about her death...

Now that She is talking about her death,
Grief rises like a volcano
threatening to blow the top off this head.
Saved only by the sideways explosion from eyes/nose/mouth.
Grief, not painful grief.
Sweet grief.
Grief with such an intense pleasure that it could easily be mistaken for pain.
Without concern for appearance or response,
Sweet Grief takes over the mind/body Organism.
Thoughts and Feelings get swept upwards in the torrent of Love.
Occasionally a thought floats into consciousness saying,
"you're a selfish bastard! This isn't about You.
Where is your consideration for those more worthy of Sweet Mother Grief ?"
To which i reply "O Thought, you may be right,
                             but Happening is no Choice. "
And sometimes it seems that it Is Their grief being expressed Here.

Asked to do the Eulogy, and the story began;
"please everybody get your handkerchief or tissues out and ready.
i wrote many things about Heather and with each one Wept a bucket of tears.
i will start at the top of the list
But the moment i break up into tears i would like you to join me,
and we will just celebrate Her with a great big noisy cry.
... Ok, here we go...."