LADY PAIN

We spend too much time in escapist reading,
It would be better to enjoy the bleeding
Pain, that wishes to enter the entrails,
Of the weeping heart's dry desert trails.
That's a path to true purification,
Leading to self's glorious abnegation.

She's like a tape worm that eats the poison
Of the mind, and opens a fresh horizon,
Cleans a soul sunk in its latent tendency,
Before its reborn in bliss, endlessly.
For when friendly pain's sucked one's venom dry,
It let's the unbound soul to freedom fly

Pain walks with us in the heart's rose garden
There to soften and open, not to harden.
She's a constant companion and dear friend,
She reminds us that we haven't reached the end
Of our sacred quest for Knowledge of the Self.
She's a most helpful persistent elf,

She gnaws at our vitals to eat the core,
Of those latent habits which lock the door,
To Self Realisation's glorious bliss,
Of our Divine Mother's most loving kiss,
The final touch of divine mercy and grace
Which leads us to know our original face