Just words: pain

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The cure for the pain is in the pain

Rumi says. This is what I read in a post by Tara Brach.

Hey, Friend,

These Rumi words have been playing in my head – on and off – for weeks now. We all see pain. A lot of the time. In a lot of places. We all feel pain. Sometimes we know. At times I did not. Not even that it was pain, that feeling. We all have pain. I believe. From what I saw and felt.

And I don’t like it. Pain. I used to say that. Often. Then I began to qualify. I don’t like unnecessary pain. For myself. For others. For others, especially. It used to make me angry. Why wage war on Ukraine, for example? Unnecessary and painful. Why ignore what your friend needs? Unnecessary and painful. For both of us. Why leave the table dirty, when you get up and go? Utterly unnecessary and pinprick painful. For your neighbor and your mind.

Cure for the pain: clean the table. Yup. Now. Cure for the pain: mind your friend as you mind yourself. Just do it. As they say in some advertising. Cure for the pain: learn that no country is ever yours. As president, pawn, or peon. Just steward. Steward just. And serve.

Then the opposite of pain is peace. Cured. And the word cure is somehow related to care.

Somebody else

Occasionally, I reblog texts from blogs I am following.

Truth and Recovery

Somebody else should have been kinder.

Somebody else should have helped you

while you held your own broken pieces together.

Somebody should have been a tether.

Somebody should have told you

That you were always enough

While sitting beside you, in your dark,

And letting you know you’re worth it.

Somebody else should have known

How badly you needed their patience,

Their presence, and to borrow their hope.

They should have known – “I do it on my own”

Doesn’t mean that you do it alone.

It doesn’t mean it has to be cold

In the place where you sit and you wish

That somebody would welcome you home.

But somebody else should have warned me

How sharp your broken bits were.

Somebody else should have warned me,

You don’t care how your pain bleeds

And I’m covered in red sticky ooze,

Which you should have kept inside of you.

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