The Black Water
Where the ground gives way to the black water,
the deepest depths of your sadness calls.
Impending grief amplified by the collective grief
of thousands who have gone before.
Enslaving your breath to the toil of suppression
you resist the call of the present moment.
Your radiance fading in preparation for loss
you hear a voice you know as your own.
‘Do not fear this unknown territory my love,
and feel what it is you fear to feel.
Let the brilliance of the present moment
guide you to the centre of your being.’
Here, the light of your being will pierce illusions
dissolving fear in the beauty of the moment.
In this place where nothing real is ever lost,
tears of sadness will fall, released by the truth.