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 tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
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 tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
-Khalil Gibran
Nigga, don't throw away pain.
I remember when people said I wasn't christian because I wasn't happy.
I remember when people said God wasn't with me because I wasn't satsified with life.
I remember when people said I was covered with demons because I had anger written on my face
But because I suffered, and because I suffer, I saw eye to eye what my father felt for each one of his children. I was brought lowly in my pains to come closer to the love my father had for all of us. Even to those who oppress us, for they go around aimlessly in a world devoid of love.
How the hell am I supposed to be satisfied in the comforts of my life when there are people around me that suffer? You say count your blessings and be thankful I do not suffer like them, but I am with them. My heart is near the children who have lost their mothers and fathers. My heart suffers along with those who are far lofted from the truth of life. My heart suffers along with those who do not have the ears to hear the loving voice that flows so freely through the winds. If I am to be anything, I only wish to be the catalyst so that Love itself may flow so freely through this hateful world. I wish for naught else. My heart longs for the fulfilling of everyone.
I am surrounded by death. A chosen deadness layed upon due to those who do not follow their hearts playing. Who the hell thinks it is right to do what is contrary to what the heart calls for? For so long we were taught the heart is the source of all evil. God dammit, I'm tired of that thinking. Have you people ever asked your heart what it really felt? Have you asked your bodies what it really desires? You think it wants to fuck bitches all day? Or do you think it wants to be free? What is freedom but bathing in that lake of fire and passion, having this life dulled away as ye nestle yourselves to the bosom of life?
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