This poem about grieving speaks to keeping an open mind and heart. It’s certainly a practice, which means that it’s ongoing (one day could house all the stages of grief) and requires our attention.
I have accepted that grief lasts for as long as I live, and I can live with that truth because I have found avenues for expressing my grief in healthy ways: reading and writing poems is one way I grieve mindfully.
Paying attention – really paying attention – is part of mindfulness. That includes heightening the senses to more fully and richly experience life on earth, but it also includes a certain openness to every experience.
There is an element of intrigue, acceptance, awe, and curiosity involved in mindfulness – the kind that heals, awakens, and connects.“The simple and bitter truth is, you grieve for your loved ones for as long as you live.” — Narin Grewal #grief tweet the truth
I wrote this little poem about grieving because it’s something I live with every day. There are no days that go without thoughts of my brother or father, who have passed on… to who knows where. Maybe, everywhere.
I continue to learn to accept the mystery and even embrace it: what a fascinating life this is; a heartbreakingly beautiful one; worth opening to and listening to and diving into.
A Poem about Grieving Mindfully
When a thing with wings whizzes by,
I can only think of you.
At times I smile as you land nearby,
and I think I see you eyeing me, knowingly.
Then there is the breeze—
someone once said to go there
for secrets and peace.
When you left,
I started to listen to them.
I cannot say what I have learned,
but I have been listening.
— I listen for you
If you would, I’d love to know:
What helps you grieve mindfully, openly? Or: What simple practice helps you live as fully and richly as possible?
In the comments below, share with me anything that helps you not just cope but cooperate with life in a more trusting, grateful, or meaningful way.
Listen for the secrets. Your heart will understand before your head does.