In times of grief and sorrow, what are you held by? Where do you go when you fall apart? Today, I heard prayers deep in my bones. I heard them as clear as if they were told to my ears. I know the prayers were always there, available to me, at any time, but comfortably numbed in my daily rhythm, in the very common, in the easy and the necessity of everyday modernity, I could not hear them clearly … not yet. All the work I have done, all the lessons I have learned, all the teachings I have followed, have probably led to this moment. The journey was bumpy at times, excruciating at other times. But I never could imagine how devastating it would be.
Dear Sage. I’ve just read your words and then sat in silence for a moment, holding you in my heart. Let me be the one to remind you to be kind to yourself. It is so brave of you to be willing to meet and release the ancient pain stored in your body. I hope you find the support you need as you navigate this dark hour. Sending you so much love.
So sorry for this devastating loss . . . holding a healing space filled with love for you and your family. This poem is such a comfort for me in dark times, hope it gives you a little support too.
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower by Rainer Maria Rilke
Listen
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Dear Sage. I’ve just read your words and then sat in silence for a moment, holding you in my heart. Let me be the one to remind you to be kind to yourself. It is so brave of you to be willing to meet and release the ancient pain stored in your body. I hope you find the support you need as you navigate this dark hour. Sending you so much love.
Dear Sage, I am sending deep love from my heart ❤️
So sorry for this devastating loss . . . holding a healing space filled with love for you and your family. This poem is such a comfort for me in dark times, hope it gives you a little support too.
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower by Rainer Maria Rilke
Listen
Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.
Sonnets to Orpheus II, 29
So sorry for your harrowing loss and all the losses it makes echoe in your bones.
Heartfelt condolences.
Sending love and prayers.