To leave open my doors

To allow my tears to follow their natural path, 
carrying the current

To stay afloat and send gratitude to the source of sadness, 
the Sea perpetuating the cycle of life and death,

until the Cycle remains the same, 
but becomes named by its properties of continuation,
freeing positive and negative
from their blanketed restraints

When the blackness of Death faints
and breathes new Life
Every Spring, it tells Us to sing.

Allow my Eyes to open around themselves,
again and again.

And when I must, allow me to breathe Prana
Through my Skin