On Grief

Grief is a long lost friend.  It is home.  It is the arrival into Love itself.  It reminds me that I am alive.  That this thing is happening, right now, that needs my absolute full attention.  Needs me to pull over the car, to sob and wail and laugh and scream.  It commands my utmost respect.  My awe.  It is greater than the dream I have been in.  This dream is made up of wants, desires, not enough, too much.  Grief washes it away and brings me to the edge of death itself.  I fear grief and then I welcome it.  It washes through me and I am home.