Pain is given to many of us; pain ranging from the unbearable or indescribable
to the unimaginable. Words cannot even touch the depths of helplessness and
despair…
I will not dwell upon it. I will speak of it from a respectful distance. It is one of the colours of my lord. Pardon me for the literal translation of ‘Prabhu ke rang hain’, or ‘Prabhu ki leela hai’. But it’s the only truth. Each one knows his own pain; nobody else really knows what you’re going through. No one else knows your pain, but you do not know theirs either.
I will not dwell upon it. I will speak of it from a respectful distance. It is one of the colours of my lord. Pardon me for the literal translation of ‘Prabhu ke rang hain’, or ‘Prabhu ki leela hai’. But it’s the only truth. Each one knows his own pain; nobody else really knows what you’re going through. No one else knows your pain, but you do not know theirs either.
The way through pain would be easier if lined by compassion, respect, making allowance
for the private hell that each one suffers. It is no individual’s fault. We need not
be drawn into the blame game. Each one who suffers, takes on someone else’s burden of grief, too. Some spread their wings to encompass all humanity, through innumerable centuries.
All praise be to those who suffered
inconceivable pain to alleviate the suffering of generations to come. On a
cross some 2000 years ago at Judea, and the benevolence still reigns; Jesus. After
indescribable torture, an execution on November 24, 1675, in Delhi, and the love still spreads - today is an anniversary of sorts.
Guru Tegh Bahadur.
Did I say no else knows your pain? No, He knows. And in His
knowing, the pain is also His, because only feeling is knowing. Nothing belongs
till it is not felt. And what is felt is undeniably owned.
You are not alone. He knows. He feels. He cares. He shares.
We can each one go out and share someone else’s pain, and
watch our own pale and fade. We all have unfathomable depths of compassion in us; go,
plumb! Smile at someone, hold a hand, visit a hospital, cuddle a child, caress
a cheek. It quietens your breath, melts you inside, brings inner peace, and
spreads a glow through your entire being.
Cry if you have to.
'Cry if you have to', you say, Zeina Glo.
ReplyDeleteYes, I do cry.
When?
Mostly, I cry when I'm overwhelmed with emotion, mostly my tears are tears of joy, of gratification, of wonder at the sheer goodness of things and people, of wonder at the immense capacity of people to love others, to make sacrifices for others. . .
I cry unabashedly when I watch the sacrifice of a soldier in a war movie or read about the unstinting help people give complete strangers in trouble in the real life stories in Reader's Digest and the stories of the successful overcoming of seemingly insurmountable odds by common people that feature in newspapers and magazines all the time.
Yes, there's nothing more satisfying than a good cry.
Our Key 'mid Ease.
You are blessed with the correct reasons for tears; crying is often confused with the emotional blackmail of whining and complaining, that one should probably make us laugh or run for cover!
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