The Rules of Engaging Grief

I recently reconnected to an old friend that was/is eccentric.  And yes, it is from him that I learned that in eccentricity we discover authenticity.  I woke up long before dawn one morning with this poem on my fingertips.

 “Eccentriciy”

In the art, gesture, action
Of eccentricity
We reveal authentic self,
Touchstone of Divine within –
Not clouded with expectations
Belonging to others,
Delusions of what we’re not.

How bold to grasp, but more
To display openly
This existential truth in acts
Of wonder for all to see,
Throttle tired conventions of thought,
Lead seekers through terrain
Of heart and mind rarely visited.