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GRIEF SEEDS by Kalindi Dinoffer

 

Grief Seeds
by Kalindi Dinoffer 

Oh death!
I feel the grief seeds
tugging at my heart.
I cry out
why
why
oh death
must you take 
so many loved ones?
Don't you see
mothers crying,
daughters lamenting, 
lovers lost
adrift without their beloved, 
wives broken, 
husbands weeping,
children without parents,
parents without children? 

Oh death!
I don't fear you.
Not for me anyway-
dying I mean.
But losing loved ones
my heart can't bear it
for myself
and others 
take me
not them. 
I would offer myself
as a sacrifice 
if it would stop the pain
of all the parents, children
friends, lovers, siblings
losing their loved ones'
beautiful company
in this life.

Oh death!
As the seeds of grief
take root and bury deep 
in the hearts
of those that have 
lost so much, 
I wonder
what will grow 
from these seeds?
Are you trying to teach us
about the preciousness
of life?
How delicate
and incredible 
each flower is,
so that 
we remember
each day
to shower 
each flower
around us:
each flower 
we love,
each flower we meet,
with care, and love,
and tenderness, 
not knowing 
when it will be 
that flower's 
final moments 
under the sun,
before its petals fall
and leaves wither
until nothing is left
but it's scattered seeds
in the hearts of all
who loved it.

Oh, death!
We beg you
for more time 
with our loved ones.
But really 
it's never enough, is it?
Whether they are taken 
young or old,
slowly or suddenly,
it's never enough.
All we can do
is savor each moment 
and hold tight to the precious 
seeds of love- 
of loved ones gone,
blooming forever 
in our hearts.





Kalindi Dinoffer grew up in a Bhakti yoga community and has been writing poetry since she was a young girl. Kalindi is trained in mindfulness and mindful self-compassion, sharing on her blog MindfulKalindi.com. She is also a yoga instructor and is trained in reiki, and myofascial release therapy as well. Kalindi played competitive tennis growing up and graduated summa cum laude from Southern Methodist University and now serves as Chief Marketing Officer for her family business OnCourtOffCourt.com, a leading supplier of tennis, pickleball, fitness and yoga training aids and equipment. Kalindi has been published in leading magazines and conducted workshops at conferences around the world. In her spare time, Kalindi enjoys reading and writing of course as well as activities such as tennis, ping pong, hiking and biking.

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  1. A lovely, heartfelt reminder to appreciate each moment, even the hard ones. Thank you Kalindi!

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