Experience of reorganizing

I posted this to Tim Carey’s MOL list and I thought many on this forum might like it as well. I found this poem to be very therapeutic.

I came across this poem this morning and, while I’m not an official MOL therapist, I am an official human being and this seemed to me to be a beautiful expression of the reorganization process that I experienced (and am still experiencing) after my wife passed away.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Quiet friend who has come so far,

feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,

what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.

And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent earth: I flow.

To the rushing water, speak: I am.

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Letting go powerless denial, allowing what is, allowing the measureless strength of that in us which graciously allows.

Allowing seems to be essential to the progress of reorganization.