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Pain

Concentrated Misery

Pain is the braking of the shell that encloses
My understanding. Just as the stone of the fruit
Must break open so that its heart stands in the sun,
I must know pain. Can this be true for everyone?
How can the depth of my sorrow feel so acute?
Agony is the truth that my heart exposes.

Yet, if I knew not my pain, could I know wonder
In my life of the daily miracles that bring
Me much joy? And would I accept the seasons of
My heart, even as I’ve accepted those I love?
Through the winters of my grief, my awakening
With serenity shall not be cast asunder.

Much of my pain is self-chosen. The physician
Within me prepares a bitter potion to heal
My sickness. I drink this remedy in silence
And tranquility. The healer’s grip is immense,
But it’s guided by what the unseen can’t reveal
To the healer or my self-imposed condition.

The hand is hard and heavy. The cup that is brought
To my lips, though it burns, has been fashioned of the
Clay which the Potter has moistened with sacred tears.
Can there soon be an ending to what now appears
To be hopeless? It depends a lot upon me.
I accept the lesson that my living has taught.

Start To Trust

There Is Nothing To Fear

To say that there’s no hope is abomination.
In the face of reality I harbor fear
Not for my own existence but for humankind.
Squashing manifestations, I am so inclined
To believe in a future profanely austere.
My feeling in this moment cannot be undone.

It’s because I have practiced micromanaging
And controlling conditions. I do not yet trust
What the universe can do and does constantly.
What we do here is minuscule compared to the
Planets spinning in their orbits. It seems I must
Seek a clearer understanding of everything.

There’s a difference between believing that I
Have to figure out all the components and make
Them assemble themselves in the most preferred way
Or to just understand there are forces at play
That will yield what I’m after. I’m now wide awake
So that I recognize goodness when it comes by.

Everything is always and ever working out
For me, and the source within me knows what I need.
It is logical that I sustain a level
Of alignment wherein I am free to revel
In the good that there is instead of catfish feed.
Things eventually will improve, I’ve no doubt.