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Strip away the outside world
Until the feelings lay themselves bare

 

In the nakedness of the soul,
In the wet and salty tears,
the gasps of air,
the fire in my heart

 

My grief awakens the elements inside
Part of the path to sacred becoming
Is to see the inevitable
In various forms

 

A reminder to live fully now
Because now may be all you have
Or now may be decades laid out before you
Precious each and every moment

 

Breathe. Find gratitude for breath.
Cry. Find gratitude for tears.
Scream. Find gratitude for voice.
Write. Find gratitude for words.
 

Strip away the outside world
Until the feelings lay themselves bare