My
sacred self,
My
higher self,
watches
my lower self,
from
outside myself.
Observing.
Never
judging.
Free
of emotion.
Knowing
all is fleeting,
And
gone in an instant.
Attach
to nothing.
Love
everything.
You
can’t see yourself,
your
face,
except
in a mirror.
Oh,
there’s
a reason why.
We
have to get outside of ourselves,
beyond
our limited minds.
Our
temporary bodies
and
our false sense of self.
Where
nothing good happens,
if
there is no connection.
Reach
out.
Reach
out.
It’s
all right there,
just
go without looking.
Your
inner knowledge has the answers.
There
is no need to even ask the questions.
Robert Pegel is a father and husband who lost his only son four years ago. Calvin was 16 and died in his sleep of unknown causes. Robert turned to writing poetry in an effort to make sense of the unimaginable. He hopes his writing might serve as inspiration or help others process their loss and suffering. Robert graduated from Columbia University where he majored in English.
tragedy and loss have a strange way of making us examine ourselves as if we have done something to cause this situation. but that is guilt talking and as before the incident it can only be dealt with my forgiving ourselves and not repeating the error again.
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