Be Comforted, Be Gentled

“Real love hurts; real love makes you totally vulnerable and open; real love will take you far beyond yourself; and therefore real love will devastate you.”

.. Mourning is indeed a brutal form of emptiness. But in this emptiness, if we can remain open, we discover that a mysterious “something” does indeed reach back to comfort us; the tendrils of our grief trailing out into the unknown become intertwined in a greater love that holds all things together.

To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion. And just as ice must melt before it can begin to flow, we, too, must become liquid before we can flow into the larger mind.

.. If you tame me, we’ll need each other. You become responsible forever for what you have tamed.

.. Blessed are the ones who have become spiritually “domesticated”: the ones who have tamed the wild animal energy within them, the passions and compulsions of our lower nature. In the Gospel of Thomas we see this process described as “devouring the lion”—because otherwise the lion will devour us! [3] Only when we have dealt directly with our animal instincts, and the pervasive sense of fear and scarcity that emerge out of our egoic operating system, are we truly able to inherit the earth rather than destroy it.