I learn today of the passing of a friend’s sister and sit with words of comfort.
After my mother’s passing, I wrote many poems.
This is one:
My greatest comfort though comes from these words of John Squadra:
When you love, you complete a circle. When you die, the circle remains.
And there is this by A.R. Ammons.
Which brings me to the passage of wind and these words by Jorie Graham.
A wind moving round all sides,
a wind shaking the points of view out like the last bits of rain ...
May we live fully and well, honoring the veils of view.