New Moon

Begin again.

My heart speaks

Loudly, with a pulling up

Before my mind can intervene

Begin again.

Always Love’s answer

Coming back up through

My belly, heart, throat into my mind

My mind who speaks differently Now,

in the school of grief—

More softly,

More kindly,

More messily

Without such need for precision or order

Without such need for things to make sense

in the absurdity of Life

Begin again.

My heart already knows the refrain

When the endings weigh in

With their pulling down

Through my throat, heart, belly

My mind who speaks differently now

In the school of grief—

More forgivingly

More patiently

With more Spaciousness,

For my heart’s voice to speak Loudly,

Begin again.

With the pulling up, the pulling down

Begin again.

With the pulling down, the pulling up

Begin again.

My grief process a well grooved path

Of pulling up through my heart

What’s been pulled down

Moving, moving, moving it again

Through belly, heart, throat to speak

Begin again.

Like the moon speaks kindly to the tides

To say YES to life over,

Over & over once again

Knowing how this will all end

Begin again.

My heart speaks

Loudly, with a pulling up

To love again, this moment here now