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Thursday, July 9, 2009

The sadness

A painting called love by Khalil Gibran

How does it feel to be a woman when your heart bleeds and you don't feel quite ready to explain what is troubling you? I go over and over about what happened as to say is this real because it is so surreal, I can' make any sense of it. Life does not make any sense sometimes nor does it have to. But the mind keeps searching for answers even though it knows there are none. This is the grand master plan, it’s your destiny and it must be embraced with wide open arms .This is the way it's supposed to be, through the pain and tears. Through the joy and laughter it can bring, the loss and the abundant gifts it can share. How does it feel when your heart bleeds not very well I know. My heart bleeds today too. Yes I am sad today but I know it will all be ok.

Here is a wonderful poem about Pain by one of my fav poets the wonderful kahlil Gibran.

And a woman spoke, saying, 'Tell us of Pain.'

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burns your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Khalil Gibran


Thank you for making me smile tonight.