accept the seasons of your heart
winter and spring.
as you have always accepted the seasons,
passed over the fields.
you will feel the serenity,
through the winters of your grief.
pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding like the blue -flamed pearl.
keep your heart wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy.
For its hand though heavy and hard is guided by
the tender hand of the unseen.
and the cup he brings though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned by the clay......
which the potter has moist .....
with his sweet tears.
theme taken from Asok's blog