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Greif Ritual

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Memorial Day 2020 COVID-19

I wrote this poem yesterday. I offer it, in case it touches you, and your greif today.

Amma Thanasanti


Greif Ritual

All of us who have lost loved ones,




The world we recognize;

Basic Trust


We come together,

Strangers to each other;


Enter a space

Consecrated with prayers,


The ache, the anger, the rage, the disorientation, the brain fog, the dissolution of dreams and purpose, the heart break, the tears that never stop, the tunnel without end; not having a future, disbelief, the endless fatigue, and hopelessness; Not being able to figure it out. Anxiety.

No one here is a stranger to grief.



Created from what we have lost


Greif framed-

Touch what is here,

Enter the territory

Voice grief

Give heart break sound

Watch the healing.




Feel supports already present;





Accentuate Holding

Old Growth Redwoods, ecosystem of sharing; breathing together,

What you breathe out, I breathe in,

What I breathe out, you breathe in


Tidbits of identity,

We hover

Trying to land with each other.


Letting “I remember” catch our heart, speak through our body as memories spill out

Pausing to listen,

Witness each other



I am so sad and everything is beautiful


Taking a deeper dive into stories


Paint Grief’s picture

Sharing what matters most

Weaving Fabric of connection

Letting memories,

Open up the stream:

      • I am so sad
      • I lost
      • I never said
      • I regret
      • It is not ok
      • I am afraid
      • I never had

All day

Open the field

Stay in deep water



Group cohesiveness.



We enter the ritual;

Drummers hold the heart beat

Villagers keep the chant alive

Grievers walk to the alter

Ally joins as support

as presence

as witness


Bear witness to all that has been lost

Heartbreak voiced;

Wailing, crying, shouting, screaming, moaning, roaring.

Tears and tissues,

As sacred offerings


It takes courage to

Enter deep water

Open grief


Come back into the fold.


The village,




We see you,

You did that well,

Thank you for what you have done.


Melting back into the village;

Chant and drumming continue

Until last wail is wailed,

Last roar, roared,

Last tear shed.

Integration and sharing

Closes the circle

Tear stained faces;





On the other side of grief mountain,

Gratitude speaks

Numb bodies back on line

Vacancy filled with presence,

Pain body released.



We move through grief;

Too big for any of us to hold alone.





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Amma Thanasanti is the founder of organizations Awakening Truth and Whole Life Path. She is a California born spiritual teacher dedicated to serving beings. She has been committed to awakening since she first encountered the Dharma in 1979. As a former Buddhist nun of 26 years, she combines the precision and rigor of the Ajahn Chah Forest Tradition and a passion for wholeness. Amma invites you to pause to see what is liberating at the core of your human condition while also considering your well-being, your ability to know and and advocate for successively complex needs and integrate these into all aspects of daily life.
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