Food for Thought

Renunciation is not getting rid of the things of this world, but accepting that they pass away.

Shared Wisdom

Real Letters

Shared Wisdom Essays

Essay 1: Commentary on Inner Freedom

Essay 2: Why bad stuff happens

Essay 3: Closed Hearts

Essay 4: What this Work is about

Essay 5: The Courageous Heart

Essay 6: On the Practice of Meditation

Essay 7: The Mantra Om

Essay 8: Why Enquire

Essay 9: Seven Tools for Personal Growth

Essay 10: Crisis

Essay 11: Live in this World

Essay 12: In the World but not of it

Essay 13: The Ultimate Connection

Shared Wisdom

WHY BAD STUFF HAPPENS

 Elsa Joy Bailey

 

If it weren't for my beautiful sad mother
drinking a beaker of cold cyanide when I was three,
I wouldn't have learned
she could both love and abandon me
in one hot severe breath.
Nor would I have grown flowers in my heart
for people who urgently want to die.

  

If I had not broken my leg in a wild fall,
I wouldn't have learned that stark physical pain
is, to my great surprise, not permanent.

  

If I hadn't fallen in love with someone
who didn't love me,
I would never have realized that unrequited love
is still an ecstatic dance of the heart.

 

If I hadn't encountered praise and blame,
success and failure, heat and cold, darkness and light,
blows and kisses, pain and bliss,
never would I have found out that through it all
there is a Spirit within me
which remains unceasingly alive and loving.

 

If I hadn't received the gift of knowing you,
I would not have come to realise
that our stories are different in details,
but never in essence.

 

If I hadn't lived through an era of hurting
I would never have met the miracle
of being fed with kindness by a friend.

 

If I hadn't discovered that you and I
are two threads in the same vast cloth,
I would have remained forever lost and imprisoned
in my separate universe.

 

If I hadn't seen both good and evil
occupying space in the same event,
I would never have met the hand of humour
painting over these polarities
with new clarity and light.

 

If I hadn't wept a thousand tears
over the loss of a beloved,
I would never have been driven inward
to find the eternal companion,
my Soul.

 

If I had not witnessed cruelty
and man's inhumanity to man,
I would not have been forced to look
beneath the ugliness of fear,
and encounter the common Heart
that lies beneath it.

 

If I hadn't encountered our myriad differences,
I would never have discovered that you and I
are not two,
but infinite sparks of love ever arising
from one indestructible Flame.

 

And if I hadn't felt abandoned and heartsick,
I would never have heard the wordless whisper
of an abiding, unseeable Friend,
who translated the feeling of alone
into All One.