NOTHING TO SAY BUT SORRY

My friends there is no end of the week poem today.

I would love to leave you with an upbeat and inspiring message for the weekend, but in all honesty there is a sadness in my heart for us all, for the future inheritors of the human mess and the world, for those who have lost their loved ones, jobs and, in many ways, direction. We have all been steered into new territory, it came out of the blue and, since March, we have been trying desperately to adapt on many different levels.

And it has hit us on many different levels, from the roots to the tops of the branches. And still this turmoil persists, deepening in some areas, (maybe) lightening in others.

But it has left us weary, confused and, for many, anxious.

For myself I am not anxious. I am heart broken. The nature of writing this kind of poetry is feeling. I don’t know why, maybe my astrology or gene keys or karma, but I feel it all acutely, I feel the collective very powerfully. At best that makes for deep insight and (if I dare say) wisdom. At worst it causes me deep heart pain and a compassion that steals me away from life. A gift and a wound, that’s the way we humans roll.

So today I just want to acknowledge this heart break for all that I fear is slipping away from us. There is a new world somewhere within us. We must go through transition and dissolution to find it, to birth it.

Meanwhile the fall out is great. I weep for those who are suffering.

I am sorry. Please forgive me. I love you.

In Kindness
Kavi