Transitions are hell
Our beloved dies...
or leaves
and we are alone
That is hell.
It is also a time to grow.
Converse alone with body, with soul
Their wisdom is what we need for wholeness.
Their wisdom makes clear
what is real, what is illusion.
Their wisdom strips false pride.
Their wisdom makes us human.
Seek comfort in best friends
Those who have seen you change,
allow you to change
accepted your changes.
As each hell burns off more illusions
We go into the fire, die.
and we reborn.
