It came about after a prolonged period of meditation, having the same image come up in my mind's eye over and over - A Closed Door in the middle of a giant hall. Someone said write about it and I did; hence this poetry and the concept, then 175 Missing Pieces and all the rest of the books on recovery and now workshops and seminars on spiritual recovery.
Neil
Thursday, June 7, 2012
So perfect in its pain
utter all absorbing soulful pain
unimaginable sadness
effusive gut wrenching sorrow
So perfect in its pain
that I cannot help but see it as a strange and unlikely
part of heaven itself.
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