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Chapter 16 - Pain |
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a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain." |
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| And he said: 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, |
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| 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. |
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