Loss

Far, far away on a hill, the view of you and I is so different.  When I sat two feet away I could not see anything but the haze from my sadness.  So I left.

And then ...I questioned, "why?" 

And then ...I labeled it as "loss"

Only later can I see.  As if time extends the lens to capture a wider and wider view.   Time heals all wounds they said.  

First I began to notice the fresh air that I breathed again.  Then, I could see how all that we created flowed out to the people around us.  

Later on, I could begin to see my part.  There was a glimmer of understanding.  

Now, further back from it all, I can feel the magnitude of the sorrow I felt then.  Now,... I can see your hurt.   Now,... I see how we hurt each other.  Now,... I can feel my heart opening and I can feel both of our pain.   

Now, ...later still, I can feel compassion for you. 

And now, finally,... I can feel compassion for myself.

Asking "why?" Is an unanswerable question at the time. Labeling it as "loss" is like labeling puberty as "loss." 

When really ... is there another choice?  

The inevitability of all of it.  My life is a rock rolling down a hill.  Of course it will pick up speed, hit bumps, crash into things, break off parts, get hurt and eventually ... it will land somewhere NEW.   And THAT, baby, is all that my soul cares about.