"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." - Gibran
"Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place." - Rumi
What is this hole that sorrow carves, when it flows through us, eroding us like a river, that finally flows out our eyes, our souls and leaves? A river of sorrow, how rightly written, uprooting all that ever was, creating new soil for that may be. As it damages, and hurts, destroys and shakes, we grown numb, overcome by the destruction. And then says Rumi, to be silent, to be silent for only the Hand of God can remove those burdens that weigh your heart down.
Sit by the river of sorrow, watch it flow through you. Release through tears and aching screams. Let it take what it wishes to take with it. Your soul is the bank, the riverbed. Let it be washed. The erosion will shatter the bank and grain the riverbed, but let it flow. Let it take. In truth there are no goodbyes, as we are all headed toward the same God. Let this run through your heart, as the river of sorrow runs through your soul. And maybe, the pain of this great erosion will subdue, ever so slightly.
"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation!" - Rumi
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." - Gibran
"Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place." - Rumi
What is this hole that sorrow carves, when it flows through us, eroding us like a river, that finally flows out our eyes, our souls and leaves? A river of sorrow, how rightly written, uprooting all that ever was, creating new soil for that may be. As it damages, and hurts, destroys and shakes, we grown numb, overcome by the destruction. And then says Rumi, to be silent, to be silent for only the Hand of God can remove those burdens that weigh your heart down.
Sit by the river of sorrow, watch it flow through you. Release through tears and aching screams. Let it take what it wishes to take with it. Your soul is the bank, the riverbed. Let it be washed. The erosion will shatter the bank and grain the riverbed, but let it flow. Let it take. In truth there are no goodbyes, as we are all headed toward the same God. Let this run through your heart, as the river of sorrow runs through your soul. And maybe, the pain of this great erosion will subdue, ever so slightly.
"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation!" - Rumi
Sneha Singh © 2013
