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ANGELS ABOVE by Taruni Devi Dasi Tan

It’s been 5 years since my husband Jagatpati, passed away...

“For all that has transpired in your life,
whether masked by sorrow or joy,
By the Grace of God may you learn as I have
to see beauty in tragedy and to walk forward,
a little wiser to your weaknesses
and ready to receive the promise of tomorrow.”

I now live on the other side of the world in a new country; I’ve developed a new career, met a new partner and made new friends. My poetry is in service of those who have lost a loved one. 

I hope that you can find something inspiration that will help you to know that you are not alone, that one day, you will feel whole again and that the pain eventually becomes tolerable and even familiar, a kind of sombre friend that you carry with you and makes you stronger because it reminds you of what you’ve survived.
Above all, I hope you will come to understand that there is meaning in your loss and when you are ready, that meaning will reveal itself to you and it will be a guiding light for yourself and perhaps for others also.

Angels Above
by Taruni Devi Dasi Tan

 Do you see
the darkness in my soul?
Then you’ll understand
why I do not dream,
why I’m not free
and only partially whole.

I’m mad in a way,
I think of death
more than life,
I was a wife
and now I grieve
for the one who left.

From across the great ocean
you saw my face,
Who can say
why you were chosen
to take his place
and bid me welcome.

If I appear ungrateful
and sadness remains,
Forgive me, I’ll laugh in time
and heal the pain if you
remind me please
that it’s not in vain.

Carry me this night
away from sorrow,
Spin me a tale
that I can follow
Thru’ cold wind and fog
into a new tomorrow.

Embrace me close
and sing to me,
That we’ll grow old
so I can believe, and
Make me a promise
that you’ll never leave.

I’ll be yours forever
I’ll take your pain,
your name,
your best and worst,
And love you freely
forgetting life’s curse
Angels up there if you are watching,
Listen close and spread your wings,
For I will sing to you of wondrous love
and forget for a moment the one above,
Angels spread your wings,
fly us home when our time comes.
"Celestial" Artistic Photography by Katarina Silva

Taruni Devi Dasi Tan: I'm an entrepreneur, (co-founder of 2 tech startups), grief counselor, yogi, and writer. And previous to this, a music therapist, musician and chef. Ok that's a lot of career paths but what can I say, I started young. Before moving to the US, I toured Europe, Eastern Europe, UK and Japan regularly with orchestras, worked as a music therapist when I was home and then gave it all up to run my own restaurant with my late husband.


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