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by Adam J. Pearson
sometimes, healing
from a painful thought
can feel like a fall—
a plunging plummet
into the unknown.
it feels
like a fall
because all we have known
until that time,
is the pain
from which
we’re healing.
life beyond the painful thought,
that
is the unknown,
a journey
into uncertainty.
and when we die to a painful past,
when torturous thinking
relinquishes its icy grip
and we see clear–
in the gentle grace
of that marvelous release
we are made new,
reborn
to a healed present.
such is the adventure
of the fall of healing,
which arcs in culmination,
in the triumph of a rise
like fireworks soaring from the earth
on days of celebration–
so do we soar boldly through
belief in hurtful fables,
which had made us feel entombed
struck down
and dead
while still alive.
such is the resurrection
of a world made new,
which the ancient tale of anguish
has ceased
to define.
for when the story of a painful past
falls
like broken glasses
from our eyes,
what can we see,
but a world transformed?
for thoughts are lenses
through which we look–
and we live in the world
our thoughts have made.
and as the stories of our sorrows
at last let fall
their glacial fingers
from the warm flesh of our minds,
we find ourselves
rejuvenated,
refreshed,
renewed.
suddenly,
there is a flush of freedom,
a flood of warmth,
a dawn
of hope.
it happens here,
now,
where life is–
here,
now,
where we are Home.
living,
breathing,
present,
free.
falling
into healing.
Read More from Adam Pearson at http://philosophadam.wordpress.com/