Pain
listen to the story
What if pain was a portal? what if pain was an initiation in disguise? What if suffering doesn’t go away, what if no amount of numbing takes it away? What if I could let light into my darkness, I’d feel more whole? What if pain was mysterious map navigating uncharted waters to the journey of the self and others? What if pain markers became page turners of our story this life on earth. What if pain was a portal of courage to go through leading to deep self love, acceptance, realizing a boundary, a No, new levels of feelings, and sensitivities...what if pain was on the razor edge of love? A razor edge walkway to express the pain in a vulnerable state and the of risk involved to cough up the truth. What if love was on the other end of pain? What if we spoke out about on our pain, we’d see other lonely hearts convening like a speak easy in the 50s. The crowd snapping their fingers in excitement to “read on”. What if we held pain like a baby and tended our wounds instead of trying to fix it. What if we loved it exactly the way it is. What if pain was a badge of honour something seen, like emotional wounds, or tattoos of the past so others would know. What if we treated pain as the same way of pleasure? Would we run from it? Pain as pain pleasure as pleasure, could we share our pain openly? What if pain had no shame? What if pain wasn’t attacked with remediates, pick me ups, projections, quick fixes, fleetingly highs, or band aids. What if pain was sacred like the wind, felt and moved through our skin and bones, seen loved and held. And as we shared it we felt more and more connected and understood. What if our emotional wounds matters too, just like the physical, did you think of that too? Our scars sang like Hallelujah. Every emotional offering that enters is a gateway a portal Hallelujah. Praise be. A five part harmony singing into the choirs of the universe, this is me. Hallelujah
Repeat After Me:
I hereby call all parts of myself as lovable and likable. I kiss the forehead of my shadow, insecurities, and shame. I acknowledge that all parts make the whole. I acknowledge every flaw as perfection. I grow grounded in who I am now, not what I was or what I will become. I acknowledge my present, my past, and future. I see now that things can shift overnight with love and reverence. I acknowledge the blessings of my life as much as I acknowledge the sufferings. Everything changes and I welcome it all with dynamic faith in the unknown.
