Poetry ~ Ashes

I've been absent from NaPoWriMo for a few days. I think the sadness of the times has taken a toll. There are so many families dealing with loss and are unable to comfort their loved ones in their final hours. It breaks my heart. When my heart breaks, poetry heals. This poem is for all the souls no longer dreaming and all their loved ones lost in grief.

 “This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” ~ Rumi
i am not the ashes in this box

i am the lilacs blooming in spring
the new born fawn in the meadow

i am the wildflowers of summer
the eagle soaring above

i am the leaves falling in autumn
the chill in the wind of change

i am the fire's heat on a cold
winter's night
the raven outside your window

i am not the ashes in this box

i am the salt of your tears
the space between each breath

i am not the ashes in this box

i am no longer dreaming
i'll be here when you wake

Poetry ~ My Beloved

“Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field … I’ll meet you there.” ~ Rumi

"Where are you my beloved? she cried.
"I am not lost," he replied, "you are."
"You seek comfort in the yellow wheat fields,
in meadow grass where the wild flowers grow,
in houses of worship that breed division.
I am beyond the field; beyond colors,
beyond the senses of your realm
and your duality.
I dwell in the field of the singularity
a field that some call god,
but has no religion, race, or gender.
Come, find me here."