Take Your Time

Take your time. 

Incorporeal, you are the ghost of sorrows. 

Go deep my friend, follow the cracks in the dry earth like a map for healing.

Like a philosophy. 

Go so deep that you will break through the bottom of your paradigm 

and come out into some new truth.

What is the timeline of grief?

How long does water run under the bridge,  from past to future?

I can't judge your grief and you have no idea how much sorrow I've swallowed.

Take your time. Be possessive.

When we are ready, we will turn and see the path through the shadows.

Then, we will fill our wounds with gold and become something beautiful.