How We Can Mourn (Poem)

How many tears are enough for the grief of the world?

Can anyone now say even to themselves,

“I can only mourn for this one loss?”

Your heart will shatter anyway, and your eyes will burn from the salt.

So now when we cry, whenever we cry, let our tears

That flow with the wails of newly widowed women, that run down the faces of dying children, that drip unseen onto the hands of solitary men, and the ordinary ones that we shed from expected loss and unexpected reverberations

Let our tears mingle into one great river.

We cannot come together to stop death. We can at least come together to share our sorrow.

(Tara was formed from the tear of Chenrezig who wept in compassion over a suffering world.

Om tare tutare ture soha.)