Where is the place that I put my sorrow?

Black and white line Drawing micron pen

 

Where is the place that I put my sorrow?

It no longer ebbs and flows with the moon or blood, but rises unbidden

In the early morning.

It caught me unaware as I walked out of a dream.

There it was.

A gossamer woven through my connective tissue

Holding, unyielding, unbidden, unseen until

I called upon compassion, counted the flowers of my blessings

The sorrow rose,

To be held.

Bathed in love, the threads loosen, open, dissolve

Into the one heart.

image ©2012 Occupy Your Heart

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