Written in the spring of 2021. An intense side effect of my meditation practice has been involuntary bouts of crying. These instances occur while walking, sitting, or in conversation. It’ll find me anywhere from the Costco checkout line to the neighborhood’s forest. During one of these waves of emotion I sat down and wrote this out. I don’t know what this experience is, but it has been a signpost for a permanent shift in consciousness. I don’t edit my work because others may value lines that I don’t later on. I do have favorites from this work though and I’ve put them in bold. These words still stay with me a year later.
Gift of Tears the is-ness of now non-existence of fears
Gift of Tears, Gift of Tears, being center here to here
Gift of Tears, love of form, I was, now, and will be the storm
Gift of Tears the love for a child to pass the torch of being here for a while
Gift of Tears love from weeping finally my ego sleeping
Gift of Tears you’re here again I see you in the eyes of friends
Gift of Tears the love for strangers blissfully submit to dangers
Gift of Tears the songs of birds always labeled but never heard
Gift of Tears the grace of pain welcomed and never taken for granted again
Gift of Tears true satori the way the light shines off concrete is never boring
Gift of Tears a public display of true transcendence behind love and dismay
Gift of Tears I am a mountain infinitely ordered from drop to fountain
Gift of Tears being so profound it finds me when I’m not around
Gift of Tears, breath at work, my inner kingdom, my inner church
“You should publish this” 