There is a subtle movement of consciousness

as winter closes in

with her dark, tender hug,

where we can break away from grief

into spirals of self-hatred.

And this shows as stories,

stories of the past projected onto the present,

where the mind tries to separate from the depth of feeling,

the crystalline emptiness of grief.

The first step for me is to recognise grief

as this very pure energy within:

powerful,

deep,

empty like a white eternal sheath

of forgotten matter.

This recognition is embodied; it is felt; it is frequency-based.

The second is to see and feel the moment my consciousness wants to hold on to control,

to what she knows and wants so desperately to hold on to: old stories of pain.

Freedom is beyond this split.

Freedom is recognising the transformative power of this moment

and being with it without any story.