|Water: Part II
|Thoughts on Tears
"Tears say, 'I admit the wound.'
When we face our wound, tears come naturally.
When we face our wound, we have come upon our sorrow.
Tears release us from having to protect ourselves from the wound.
Tears move us forward.
Tears call us to new beginnings.
Tears correct what needs correcting.
When the tears are pure (true tears),
weeping keeps the predator away.
The power of evil is broken when tears are shed.
Tears help us to continue grieving.
Tears save us from collapsing."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Each storm-soaked flower has a beautiful eye.
And this is the voice of the stone-cold sky.
"Only boys keep their cheeks dry.
Only boys are afraid to cry.
Men thank God for tears
Alone with the memory of their dead,
Alone with lost years.
When you slow down,
you begin to discover there is a silent awareness
of what it is that you do not want to look at.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
We wept when we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps upon the willows.....
Weeping...softens the hardened and dried-out soul,
making it receptive and alive.
It clears the mind.
It opens the heart.
Tears soften, clarify, and open.
In the desert we wait, we weep,
we learn to live.
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.
Truly one learns only by sorrow;
it is a terrible education the soul gets,
and it requires a terrible grief that shakes the very foundation
of one's being to bring the soul into its own.
British Major Lance Hawker
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky,
are best relieved by letting of water.
Antonine de Rivarol
The sorrow which has no vent in tears may
make other organs weep.
Dr. Francis J. Braceland
Suffering, once accepted, loses its edge,
for the terror of it lessens,
and what remains is generally far more manageable
than we had imagined.
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night....
I say, "The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God."
Sonnets to Orpheus VIII
Where praise already is is the only place Grief
ought to go, that water spirit of the pools of tears:
she watches over our defeats to make sure
the water rises clear from the same rock
that holds up the huge doors and the altars.
You can see, around her motionless shoulders, a feeling
dawns--we sense more and more that she
is the youngest of the three sisters we have inside.
Rejoicing has lost her doubts, and Longing broods on her
only Grief still learns; she spends the whole night
counting up our evil inheritance with her small hands.
She is awkward, but all at once
she makes our voice rise, sideways, like a constellation
into the sky, not troubled by her breath.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The Story Continues...
The three sons find themselves weeping in the palace garden. An old man happens by
and asks them why they are weeping. The sons tell him their father is sick and about to
die. Nothing has cured him. We have tried all we know what to do.
The old man said, "I know of a remedy.....I have heard of a well of water that will bring
him life. . If the king drinks of this water, he will get well.
I do not know where to find it. All I can say is what I have heard."
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Water: Part III: A Revelation