‘The life we breathe’

Holding my breath at the edge of the cliff

Holding my sorrow of all lives past and passed

Witness to the cries of a thousand ancestors

From my Mother’s cries of a son turned to ashes in her hands

Wailing as the waves crash 300 meters below

Wailing as Bocelli flows in the wind, “Con Te Partirò” (Time to say Goodbye)

I break through with the currents as the marrow in my bones vibrate with a knowing

I too lay down my sorrow along side the ashes

Of my Brother

My Father

Ancient Broken Hearts

Ancient Souls

Ancient Karmic Cycles

Buried alongside

The wisdom of the Pine

To regenerate

The lifetimes of lonely tears

Shedding

Towards

A future unknown.

~ Grace Oh