[an.Opening]

After all
the prayers
have been said,
and the tears shed
and the uncomfortable silences,

when we cannot respond,

endured
there remains
the soft, tender sorrow
that time does not heal.

And in that sorrow,
Fatah,
an opening
to the genuine sadness
of being alive—
open to
the absolute necessity
of letting go
of everyone
and everything
we love.

We can close off
this deep sadness,
or open
our tender hearts
so wide
that our heart
becomes as an
open sky—

no borders,
nor boundaries,
just
an open sky.

 

 

[RUMI]