POEM: Breath of Fresh Heir

Each
Brings that which is light
Though wanting to rest
As the whirled spins under my feet
I am
Still
Razed
Too my feat
Standing on
Perhaps a singular word
Mysteriously helled
Together
In -ordained gravity
Until that thirst
Breath of fresh heir
As is knew

This poem is about coming out of the other side of .  We all .  Experiencing challenges our ability to see both the good things ready in our and good things coming over the horizon.  After experiencing enough , at some point I realized that many good things in my are because of previous losses.  Weather something is ripped from you involuntarily or let go intentionally, this creates a new space and new opportunities.  When you are going through hell, keep going --Winston Churchill quote SPIRITUAL BUTTONI don’t want to minimize the pain and of , but the mysterious crucible of is described as Mysteriously helled in this poem.  Mysterious and depressing that there is such a thing as in our , and hopeful that larger beneficent forces are at , where the painful stage of sets up something better.  Of course, as Winston Churchill so aptly said, “When you are in , keep going.”  The ability to through the process strikes me as one of the most important skills in .  The skill of as propounded by Buddhists is paramount.  You can only lose what you cling to. Buddha quote SPIRITUAL BUTTONAs Buddha taught, “You can only lose what you cling to.”  This is the foundation for moving freely in a whirled of impermanence.  Still, the despair of mourning needs a counterbalance.  I see this counterbalance as cultivating an of .  Deeply appreciating the in life can remind us that not all is lost, and that life finds a way.  Loss and happens as surely as new life is borne.  Of chorus, life perpetually invites us to partake in its awesomeness.  May you find new life rising like a phoenix out of the ashes of what once was.