Do not fear the pain...it is itself

Your pain is the opening of the clasps that contain your thoughts
Even as the pain moulds you , tickles you and bring you to heart ache, so must you know pain.
And if you could enjoy one of the small wonders of life, your pain would still not be greater than your joy..
you would accept that life has its seasons, as easy as you've accepted the seasons of the sun and moon
you would watch over your pain as you watch over the winter rains..

All your pain is self-chosen...
It is the bitter spoon of medicine the doctor gives you..
and because you trust the doctor, you drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity
For his skills, though clumsy and awkward come as a gift from above
And the cup he brings, even though it burns your lips as been made with glass that the glassmaker has cooled with his own sacred tears..