Exhaling

 Exhaling      4-9-21

Am I what I am feeling?
Do my emotions define me?
Spending time on the ocean
Adrift in a boat without oars
I’ve had the chance to trust
That in spite of what I feel
           I am safe.


    I was so long immersed
    In the beguilement of love,
    Bathing in the beauty of it,
Sheltered in its protective harbor.
When,  in an instant, it was taken,
 Rendering me lost and searching
               In vain.


       In the many days since
    Experiencing the  many faces
  Of emotions and deep sorrow,
    I have learned to acquiesce,
    To find contentment within.
Yet it often eludes me, leaving me
                Still wanting.


 Trusting there is a process
Engaged within is an alliance,
A microcosm of the infinite, 
   Oneness with all that is.
Herein dwells the safe harbor
     That keeps me secure
      Forever cherished. 


  Letting my emotions 
Simply be what they are,
Observing the comings
   And goings of them all
 I might find the freedom
To explore beyond the borders
             Of grief.


    There can be a coalition 
       Between grief and joy
   Where both might occupy
      The same space in time.
Easing the barriers between them
      There can be a cease fire
         An amicable truce.


Both factors may ebb and flow
As ocean tides have always done.
     Calming expectations
   To facilitate internal peace
     Accepting uncertainties
Making way for evidential change,
                 I trust.