tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30675101.post116041228657161733..comments2023-09-03T07:17:08.312-07:00Comments on The Path To Bodhichitta: starlighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08825489876263084333noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30675101.post-1160618485314817632006-10-11T19:01:00.000-07:002006-10-11T19:01:00.000-07:00my healer friend - thank you so much for this gem....my healer friend - thank you so much for this gem. i've always loved khalil gibran but somehow don't remember coming across this poem. it's beautiful. i love the words - your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. and 'much of your pain is self-chosen'. how right!starlighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08825489876263084333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30675101.post-1160579370406452332006-10-11T08:09:00.000-07:002006-10-11T08:09:00.000-07:00May a million angels be by your side to guide you....May a million angels be by your side to guide you. If the heart is willing, all the necessary help will come on its way. Have faith. <BR/><BR/>With love & light<BR/>S<BR/><BR/><BR/>On Pain <BR/>by<BR/>Khalil Gibran<BR/><BR/>Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses <BR/>your understanding. <BR/><BR/>Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its <BR/>heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. <BR/><BR/>And could you keep your heart in wonder at the <BR/>daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem <BR/>less wondrous than your joy; <BR/><BR/>And you would accept the seasons of your heart, <BR/>even as you have always accepted the seasons that <BR/>pass over your fields. <BR/><BR/>And you would watch with serenity through the <BR/>winters of your grief. <BR/><BR/>Much of your pain is self-chosen. <BR/><BR/>It is the bitter potion by which the physician within <BR/>you heals your sick self. <BR/><BR/>Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy <BR/>in silence and tranquility: <BR/><BR/>For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by <BR/>the tender hand of the Unseen, <BR/><BR/>And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has <BR/>been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has <BR/>moistened with His own sacred tears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30675101.post-1160548708964059482006-10-10T23:38:00.000-07:002006-10-10T23:38:00.000-07:00thank you Li Peng.thank you Li Peng.starlighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08825489876263084333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30675101.post-1160546165841046592006-10-10T22:56:00.000-07:002006-10-10T22:56:00.000-07:00I wish you all the best in your practice of surren...I wish you all the best in your practice of surrendering. May you be free of any pain soon.<BR/><BR/>--LiPengAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com