Your tears are the bond
With the ocean of Self,
Awaiting their voyage
To their eternal rest.
As an infant defenceless
To you your tears were fed
And you were choiceless,
In having to drink them all.
Whence all tears are shed
Naught is left but the Self
All anger and all hate
Are but your tears suppressed.
Fear not guilt nor shame
Our Mother knows no blame,
Soothing with her loving breast
The bleeding heart in your chest.
Cry out your sorrow,
Let pride be the vessel
Stand upon it and lay it low,
Triumphant and humble,
For pride is an enemy
Lifeless and embezzled
That won't quench your thirst
for Love's ecstasy.
Aye, your tears are welcome
For if you do not spill them
They must travel again
And if not back to life,
You shall then pour them
Onto another human heart
And infuse it with a burden
That might break her apart.
So cry with purpose my child
And let this be the meaning of pain:
To reveal your sacred wisdom
And provide another's remedy.
For when your tears you spill
Life takes them back at will
And another will be spared
Of all the tears you've shared.
Remember, behind your tears
Your faithful heart awaits
To be exalted to the height
Of the noblest deed known to Man:
To know your pain
So another may find
Safe passage home
Unharmed and whole,
Back to Love.