This is what I wish I knew when I was so sick this summer. And in the eventual surrender, in the pain, what I came to know. The softer parts of me that emerged from the molding of discomfort. Thank you for putting words to the family of feelings that arise with discomfort and pain, and an option to approach it in a way that feels more safe and more whole.. Not forgetting the belonging, the care, and the natural propensity for pain to come and go in this world, and to let it.
I am reminded of a verse from the Bhagavad Gita 2:14
“O son of Kunti, the contact between the senses and the sense objects gives rise to fleeting perceptions of happiness and distress. These are non-permanent, and come and go like the winter and summer seasons.”
And a verse from the Bible, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
Gobsmackingly gorgeous and transformative poem, Andrew. So sorry you had to endure that pain. But look what grew from it. This morning when the news brings so much pain I barely want to rise from my bed, this poem connects me to the life force of pain: birth, love, connection. Thank you.
These words, these words radiate like the hot sun:
when the pain comes for us,
let us feel it as if we are being pulled into the embrace of our ancestors,
drawn back into reality,
called home by the benevolent hungry Earth,
this place where the antelope are eaten alive by lions,
“Remember your belonging.
You are not alone,
..Say ‘I am loved,’ say ‘I am safe.”
This is what I wish I knew when I was so sick this summer. And in the eventual surrender, in the pain, what I came to know. The softer parts of me that emerged from the molding of discomfort. Thank you for putting words to the family of feelings that arise with discomfort and pain, and an option to approach it in a way that feels more safe and more whole.. Not forgetting the belonging, the care, and the natural propensity for pain to come and go in this world, and to let it.
I am reminded of a verse from the Bhagavad Gita 2:14
“O son of Kunti, the contact between the senses and the sense objects gives rise to fleeting perceptions of happiness and distress. These are non-permanent, and come and go like the winter and summer seasons.”
And a verse from the Bible, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
Glad to hear the pain has passed for you. ❤️
Gobsmackingly gorgeous and transformative poem, Andrew. So sorry you had to endure that pain. But look what grew from it. This morning when the news brings so much pain I barely want to rise from my bed, this poem connects me to the life force of pain: birth, love, connection. Thank you.
These words, these words radiate like the hot sun:
when the pain comes for us,
let us feel it as if we are being pulled into the embrace of our ancestors,
drawn back into reality,
called home by the benevolent hungry Earth,
this place where the antelope are eaten alive by lions,
where hurricanes obliterate cities,
where these wars rage on and on,
this Earth
who will not spare us her teachings,
💫⚡️☄️
YOU got this!
We got this….
In it together. Open to the Teachings.
However…whatever…wherever…
❤️
beautiful
Felt ❤️. Thank you for this reminder. Thanks for going there
Thank you Andrew .
I’m sorry you have been in pain. But your words that came out of it or through it or absolutely beautiful.
During natural childbirth, my baby, Dr. Kaplan saying that to me very simple go through the pain