Missing those to death.

[naturesflow]

In the depths of loss
We hold within
The faces we miss
Those we call our kin

Our closest companions
On this journey of life
The depth of those feelings
Become part of our plight

To overcome our deepest fears
Our deepest feelings of letting go
Where the inner space awakens
Where we feel and simply flow

Through feeling more present and here
Not running away, aware of ourselves
In the space lost in us in this way
We in feeling, what is missing always held

The opening up to grief, within our knowing soul
To the depths of our descending
Through lifetimes that unfold
Into one whole host of greater grief
Where our world lost will often stare
In the face of loss around us
Because we feel something and it feels so bare

Lost. alone and missing, somewhere deep inside
Yet somewhere deep within that hole
Is a wealth of togetherness known and alive
Its the nature of feeling complete within
Nothing missing, never alone when we lose our kin

How strange it is we burden ourselves,
believing others create this hole
Yet all along within our depth,
there is nothing missing
And all within our hold

Within our deepest feeling
To feel complete and allow the end
Of life as it is and will be complete
With nothing really having to leave
Just the feeling we hold in sadness,
of a greater loss in our own need.