pain

Think of me tonite
For that which you savor
Did it give you something real,
or could you taste the pain of my death in its flavor?

My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can I turn to it
'Cause I'm all locked up in this
Dark place - and I do not know
I'm good as dead
My head aches - warped and tied up
I need to kill this pain

My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
'Till I'm dead and gone
My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
'Till I'm six feet under ground

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you
All through my life? - sharing my fire, my bed,
Sharing - oh, worst of all things! - the same head? -
And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too?

May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart. May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom, and peace. May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy. And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Pain destroys the illusions of false, that is, elitist pleasures. It burns from the inside out. It, therefore, sensitizes us to what is truly beautiful in life.

A lot of people say they want to get out of pain, and I'm sure that's true, but they aren't willing to make healing a high priority. They aren't willing to look inside to see the source of their pain in order to deal with it.

If God were to exist for the entire humanity, he would be profoundly vile, as he allows the existence of unfathomable sin, stupidity, madness, and misery for no reason than his own despicable enjoyment. God exists though, not for all humanity, but for a one chosen man - a philosopher - who is bound to answer the greatest philosophical question, the question about the nature of the questioner's existence, which progressively quenches the divine vanity.

Pleasure of love lasts a moment, pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled
Down through the long loneliness of the world
Until we behold the pain, become the pearl