Norah Tunney Poems

The raw gritty depths of grief.

Forget
all the spiritual books
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Meditation

This morning
I do not spend long hours
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The nearest thing
to god for me
is the love of my mother
and father
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The night before he died
he kept pulling at the sheets,
I wondered if his mind was going?
so I asked him-
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I want to be among fleshy,
meaty, messy things,
I want to be human down to
the bloody ground.
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Every moment is dripping with Being
carrying the scent of
wild fresh green,
luscious, succulent, sexy,
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if you are grieving
you have a right to be,
it's a normal response
to the craziness you see,
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There are no mistakes-
everything happens for you
not to you,
now it is a mosquito ringing
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The ordinary things that shape a life

There is a flame
that burns
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Lonely Night in Berlin

Those eyes that shone so bright
so full of light,
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