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Poem by Ellen Bass, read by my yoga teacher at the end of class

The Thing Is
 
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.

3 Comments

  1. Chris on October 6, 2017 at 8:21 am

    Nice Post.

  2. Rishikesh YTTC on August 21, 2019 at 3:28 am

    Heart warming post!

  3. 7chakrasyogaschool on August 22, 2019 at 5:55 am

    Amazing words. Loved the sweet mixture of words as the emotions drops it gets even better. Thanks for sharing.

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