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Teacups

Death is not the end of a relationship
It is only the changing of a relationship.

Shoe upon shoe
One hand upon waist
Other hand in hand.
"I'm a little teacup, short and stout..
Tip me over pour me out."
Dancing together with dad.
The love of fathers and daughters.

Time passes.
I grow. He grows.
We dance once again.
He waltzes me on a cloud around the room
I am swept into the sweet magic of his graceful movements.
We waltz together, effortlessly
I am fully entranced.

Time passes.
I grow. He grows.
He grows old
He grows old
He wears his trousers rolled.

He falls.
His arm no longer lifts.
I watch time work its way
on my beloved father.

How do I hold this?
How do I hold the aging
process of my father as sacred
When my ego says I cannot bear to lose him,
his physical presence in my life.

I connect with his Soul.
My Soul and his Soul dancing the dance
everynight as I fall asleep
"I'm a little teacup"… the waltz…
The form is not important.
Here is where true relationship lies
In the formless, not in the form.

I hold my father in his ever-changing form
dearly in my heart.
I hold my father in his ever-present formlessness
dearly in my heart.

Death is not the end of a relationship.
It is the changing of a relationship.



 

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