I have not been mistaken,
It is the real him that I see,
The one behind the addiction.
The addiction is not who he is.
I love the real man and there in is were this intense pain and sadness is coming from.
I thought my pain had been for myself, my disappointment in him and me, how could I, the real me, have loved someone so dishonest, so capable of such deception.
What was wrong with me? Now I realize my sadness and pain is because the man I love does exist beneath the addiction and my tears are for that man, the one trapped in his own sorrow.
I see what is behind all of this, maybe more than he sees himself
And that is why I cry,
It is when my mind is most still that my tears flow the most freely.
They bubble to the surface with ease when my mind is free and calm, the truth shines through, not to be ignored or mistaken for what it is not.
That is why the pain and sadness are so strong; they come from the stillness within me, from the depths of my soul, the place of wordlessness, the place of no mind, the very essence of my Being.
The intensity of this emptiness was overwhelming but now it is filled with love, complete and whole, compassion for self and others and a connection to everything. It is the same connection I have always felt but now it is set to the music of the universal consciousness.
A 4 a.m. awakening – a burst of light in the darkness, finally…
I can’t deny these emotions; to do so would be to bury them in an unhealthy way. They are real; my body says it is so.
They have a right to a place in me, in my being. They are what make me human but not what make me me.
The first step to dealing with them is to know and see
From where they come.
The tide of sorrow flows thorough me, from my head to my toes and oscillates between low and high continuously much like the natural rhythms of the tides and seasons.
My mind’s perception of this flow causes my suffering. Pain in life is inevitable; suffering with it is up to me.
A shift to no thought makes all the difference, my love for him is not a bad thing, something to get rid of, to fight with, to kill off, no, it is a part of me, a valuable part.
My ability to love in spite of all this deception is a strength, not a weakness. I have been consumed with this drowning sadness because my mind viewed this love as a failure, as an obstacle to overcome, as something I was doing wrong, as my fault for trusting, loving, but this love was not and is not a mistake.
Instead it is a testament to the real me, beyond my mind, beneath my mind, deeper than anything my mind can throw at me. My mind cannot deceive me any longer. I will not allow it to. I am the watcher, the observer of this madness.
To love is always good; truly loving not with the mind but with the soul is the essence of goodness and light.
He is a prisoner of himself.
What his soul seeks his mind confounds and that I feel is the essence of my sadness and heartache for him.
I have been confused by why this pain and sorrow is so deep and has such a grip on my soul, but now I understand. While my understanding doesn’t lessen the intensity of the emotion, it does give it a frame and boundary and by my awakening, my mind’s control is removed.
The why is no longer important, the endless scenarios of the past can stop torturing me, the prophecies of a sad and dismal further can be put to rest. The love is not gone, it never will be because it is soul deep and now it has found its place to rest within my heart and my peace has been restored.
I don’t have to stop loving him, I never will, this love is held close to my heart and will be forever. Whether this truth matters to him or not, I may never know.
But as much as my mind would like to know and would like to be with him, the watcher knows better and will hold and comfort my being with a love greater than my mind can ever understand,
And that will make all the difference.