It is clear we exist in an abundant living Universe that knows no restriction-only the impulse to eternally expand with no limits or boundaries, perpetually becoming more of what it is and can ever be-star-stuff . . . Life, pushing out by creating light and matter from within itself, shaping and giving form to itself, exquisitely clothing itself in an infinite and unique number of ways.

One is in ‘Waiting’
Even after it’s over
Grief comes to stay
Never up for closure

There is no escape ever
One is always yearning
Grief envelops those
Left behind in ‘waiting’

‘Staying stuck’ in pain
Hiding deep in the heart
‘Let go’ ! Yes, but how
To make a new start

One has to live in the
Dark blind ‘Black-hole’
Until Light would grace
Rekindling a ‘Whole’
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