And a woman said
Tell us of Pain.
He said
The pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
as the stone of the fruit must break so that his heart may be exposed to the sun, so must you know pain.
And if you managed to keep the heart in wonder at the marvels of daily life, less pain, do not be surprised of joy;
will welcome the seasons of your heart as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over the fields.
and ensure calm during the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is chosen by yourself.
is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick.
So trust in him and drink his remedy in silence and serenity.
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
E la coppa che vi porge, nonostante bruci le vostre labbra, รจ stata fatta con la creta che il Vasaio ha bagnato di lacrime sacre.
Your Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy. And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
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