A certain sadness comes as I sit alone
with photographs and papers from the past.
The mind clings to the sadness
and tells a slanted story.
I decide to invite body, mind, and heart,
all three, to sit with sadness, mind’s story, and me.
What we’ll discover, I don’t know but suspect
it has to do with addendums, acceptance, and letting go.
You are a genius and once again, taken the words out of my soul. Love,