It is a day of pain, and I can’t but draw it again and again. A series of three is made and I have them here for you, with the going-in-with-words.
Cry out my boy
Cry out
Dark and sharp is the world for you these days
Shout that it hurts
And sharp as broken glass
Cry out
We are eating up your hope
Cry out.
Then this:
The world is pain
From the background of white pain
Comes red pain
And black pain
And pus.
Then, even though the pain was still crazy, I calmed down in a strange way and did this, not knowing what it is of course.
And the words:
The mountain
Speaks to the eagle
About the old man
In winter
For whom
The memories of springs past
And of the fields
Of true blessing
Are like the grace
Of a heavy bough
Softly touching his shoulder
To give him a hint.
In this last one and its words my attitude toward the pain changed, on its own, to grace, love and gratitude. Intuition changed it. It is a good change and could not be done by thinking. That’s why it is a good idea to let intuition come again and again to the same issue and give it its gifts of clarity and of acceptance. Having said this I’ll tell you more. It feels that something has calmed down and some clarity manifested. But what is this clarity about, I do not know.
After this I went to the sofa in the living room and cried bitterly. It was a strange crying. I did not know why I cried. It felt as if it was for something that was so old and far and I was inconsolable.
0 Responses to “29. It is clear, but what is it?”