Now that my
loved ones are making amends, patching up old wounds, packing their
life-acquired goods before saying good-bye, I can only love them, by aching. It
should come to me as no surprise, since, when the coin of awareness was tossed,
in my life, it fell- pain-side up. Pleasure lost. I learned to love through pain.
Early on, I
learned that to ache was to love. As a child, every time I hurt, I was cared
for; when I cried, I was embraced; when I was sorry, I was loved. Christ on the
Cross, exemplified the Supreme act of Love by dying for us. So at this late age
in time, I love by ‘aching’. Thus, when I hurt I tend to want to caress others´
pain away lovingly, knowing I am hurting from love. However sharing others’ sufferings
with them, is not enough. It may lead to understanding and empathy, but it does
not transform reality.
For a while
now, I have been trying to change reality by ´praying’. I try evoking and breathing
in, God’s Goodness, while exhaling all tension, anger and ill feelings.
However, as I do it I am aware that I am releasing, all my negative feelings
unto the world. I should rather, be taking in the world’s wrongs and ‘righting’
them, through Love. Thus, I could transform negativity, into blessings and ‘p-ray’
them back out, into the world. That requires transmuting pain into love.
We are all individual
drops of water making way into the sea. When we unite with other droplets, we fuse
our individuality to become one with them, as we gush together in the flow of
life. Merging with others, I lose my subjective experiencing, and expand
awareness through their experiences. My pain ceases to be mine when I expand my
feelings, to perceive those of others and then give myself up, to be transformed
into a ‘oneness’, altogether different. Thus,
pain ceases, when there is no one to ache. Only then, can it be transformed
into compelling Love. That is how I have come to understand that pain is just
another way of perception. Stepping out of my experience of pain, I can become that
added little drop of intention and become part of a greater flow of Love.
Perhaps trying it, I could release the pain I feel for others and transform it
into Love.
I was
thinking how this century has brought about hopelessness, with the ill omen that
menaces it-being the end on the world. But when I see my daughter elate into
bubbles over a boy and be transformed into joy as she prepares for a party, I
realize it must be a feeling that comes only as ‘our worlds’ get closer to their
own ‘end’. Life seems to go on, as does the experiencing of it. So, with this
renewed awareness, I chose to live what is left of it, transforming pain into
love. Only then can I experience the pleasure of enjoyment and the grace of
gratitude, for having a new day.
