My Life Hangs On A Thin Thread Of Coco’s Love

When something dies

It often leaves more space for something to bloom

This Pain inevitably gives way to an

Emptiness…Nothingness

To some cloud of melting minds

from its baggage of all collected thoughts

To let heart blossom even while it bled through thorns

It’s not the physical passing of bodies

That grows flowers beneath soil

But A Knowing of Spirit

That Everything it has Experienced is Enough!

& it’s Already Home

As it lays down the body of memories that bruised & left it’s mark, Upon it’s Soul

It lays rest the burdens of past

Simply cause, That’s what is!

Not for some Future dawn

For in its identification to those painful memories

“It died Every second a thousand deaths

That No Longer Serves!”

& in That Single Death Alone

One can Set One’s Spirit Free!

In Belief;

That Something Good does Exist, Inspite of all evils!

Like A Clean White Slate

Where forms of childhood play their songs

Let it die;

That which gave you pain

In Belief;

That in the end;

One’s Goodness Alone paves the way!

If Life’s Been Unkind!

Let Past Be A Lesson for Growth

Use everything, Even the Pain that came unto you,

As A Fodder for your Soul!

Today once again the flare up got worse. The Brain fog due to lupus, drained all energy, such that l had to lay down & couldn’t move as otherwise i would have passed out. Coco was the only soul, being a therapy dog, who’s seen me through innumerable such episodes & who’s love is my inspiration to keep going, Even tho I Miss him so much!

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Copyright: Meghna/2022