GRIEF
pungent
METAL
a poem
Those on earth call me real
No phantasm or cloud with me you’ll feel
Hit your thumb with a hammer, bang!
I am the essence who is most yang
Those of the East named me metal
Perhaps the new age shall call me crystal
Strength and tension, pressure and strain
The bone of form, the skull for your brain
God’s kingdom extended to the realms most dense
Valiant souls then journeyed hence
The fist of the victor, the diamond, the will
The spine of a cactus, an avalanche spill
To air I am thunder, to water I’m hail
My iron stokes fires, to wood I’m the nail
To earth I’m the shovel, I’m the essence of men
The bullet, the sword blade, the tip of the pen
The teeth of the lion, the nails of a hare
Feel my action if indeed you dare!
—Warren King
GIFTS OF GRIEF:
complete immersion in the
river of all souls
SIGNS OF OBSTRUCTION: unwillingness to accept or honor loss, death, or profound transitions- or self-injuring, death-seeing behaviors that help you pretend that death does not matter to you.
QUESTIONS TO PONDER:
what must be mourned?
what must be released completely?
Come Play.
Come meet your Metal element, the wisdom of your lungs, the power of letting go, and the alchemical potential of grief.