Loss, death, grief
The heart stills
And feels empty
Yearning for a spark
Life — no longer present
And yet, not dead either
Like a hungry ghost,
Starving for the desired
While still shambling around in this body
A facsimile of the person before
“Unheimlich” — unhomey, uncanny
The space between alive and dead
The heart between overflowing and pulverized
How do you sit here in undeath? In unlife?
The presence of sitting contains multitudes…
The depths of feeling light the way
Truth lies not in a covered heart, in a comfortable story that explains away
Courage to face everything authentically
Such is real love
Such is the intensity of life and death to wake the heart
May this help others find their own ability to sit in the feelings of loss, confusion, and despair.
Gassho!
On the Way 
Oct 08, 2021 @ 17:26:00
Hi Zack. Thank you for this. Your trying to come from a place of kindness for others even though you are going through so much has affected me very deeply. You have inspired me to get back to my writing. I have been stuck since February 8th, the day my Mom died, followed by five other deaths, along with some other stuff that’s going on. I look at what you are sharing and your continually trying to come from a place of compassion. If you can continue the way that you are, then I certainly can. Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. ❤
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Oct 09, 2021 @ 07:43:17
Thank you so much for your words. Your support is always absolutely stunning. I’m incredibly grateful to have encountered you on the way and to receive your words on my posts throughout the years. I feel much gratitude for your loving-kindness and wish you great healing in your own life. 🙏🏻
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