Love at the time of grief?

Why try to force love when you don't have a stomach for it?
Why not try to come to terms with the fact what is now and real?
Love happens when it happens, like meditation. The only effort that is required is to create the conditions for it, like planting a seed and giving it water, shade, protection etc. And the seed sprouts one day. Grief in itself has so much to teach if you can stay with it instead of trying to run away from it by creating the illusion of love or whatever else. In fact grief can teach more than love because your imagination is always about love and such comforting emotions; whereas grief is what happens in reality even when you try to avoid it. Like death. Someone close to you is going to die sometime or the other and you cannot avoid death or the grief that it brings. That is certain. But love has no such guarantee. And anyway both of these are emotions with a certain shelf life. Both are bound to disperse once their lesson has been imparted. The question is - were you awake when the lesson was being imparted? Or were you dreaming about love when grief was delivering its lecture!

Did a deep diagnostic check today
heart-o-meter, mind-o-meter, body-o-meter all doing fine
yet all-of-these-coming-together-to-create-a-worldly-success-o-meter didn't crank

Going through the motions

The days
They go by
Like clouds
Across the blue sky

Some are white
Some are black
Some come alone
Others in a pack

Going through the motions
Every day, like being in a trance
Emotions come in large proportions
Never leaving me a moment to dance

Pain

Pain doesn't go away with effort, with denial, with a focus on not feeling it, with distraction. One way most people distract themselves is with work (which sounds noble, but is still a distraction from what is). Others seek other not-so-noble methods. The essence of both is evasion, attempting to forget something that begs for attention. If there is apparent success then it means the feeling is out of conscious memory. But is hasn't really gone away from the system. It has just gone underground, it has been repressed. As long as it is there, it will be active. It will find subconscious ways of seeking your attention. And this feeling is not like the beggars in the traffic lights, who will knock once or twice and move on if you don't give them any attention. This will come at you in so many forms, from so many angles and it will come so perfectly disguised that you will not even recognize it.Which is why we cannot claim that we know ourselves 100% or that we are never once in a while surprised by our own thoughts/words/actions.
The only way to get this potent emotion to calm down and be your slave is to give it attention, look it in the eye and acknowledge what it has to say, nay teach. Every pain is an opening, like a painful physical wound where the skin and flesh has opened and you can see the truth of your physical body's inner reality. Similarly you can see the truth of own inner raw self devoid of all the outer trappings, your identity, what you truly are. A small part of your own inner side, but a small part of your true self.
That's when you shout 'EpiphanyI' (if you still have your breath).