Into the monastery I went,
Sat down in the silence.
The monks came in,
The perfume from the incense mingles,
Mingles with their deep intoned words,
It filled the whole room.
I sit down beside the others and close my eyes,
Letting my mind drift,
Drift as the sound and the scent engulf me.
I feel as if I’m floating,
Floating in a space
A space between two worlds..
One of which is real,
One of which is imagined.
Where all who have passed are there
There in my mind’s eye.
I see all the people that I love,
That I love the most
And are here with me.
The cold, heavy sense of grief,
Sense of grief I’ve been carrying,
Carrying in my heart for so long
Is replaced by something else,
Something lighter,
Something lighter and filled with joy.