We are born out of our tears. In the wet succulent drop of brine
is found our substance, our deeper nature. As the tear springs
forth out of the river of life within the eye, it speaks immeasurable truth about my heart and about the ebb of life as it
washes against the shores of my consciousness.
My tear flows from
the inner nature of my universe and is reflected by the outer
universe of my world; only to be absorbed and recycled again and
again. As the tears flood my skin, it is my recycled natural
resource, the water table of nourishment to my intellect and
wisdom. The tear is my lubricator to prevent friction in my soul.
It allows me to go on, to continue when all seems to have failed.
SO, please let me cry my tear!
It's just a tear you say? Nay! It is a drop of God, teeming with
life and love, that provides freedom to my soul. It gives me the
ability to risk and trust and be vulnerable by seven times
seventy and more.
If I am born out of my tears, then let me cry for you. Let me
call from deep within that I might know my substance which comes
from the pools of my inner universe. Let me trace my self back to
the shores of my birth and find out the truth about me. Don't
rescue me in my journey, but support me by being silently
present. Allow my journey that I might be re-birthed, born again.
Do not try to silence me, for in the silence is death; within the
tears are life. Let me cry my tears that I may live again! As I
cry my tears I find resolution and truth. So be happy for my
tears. Come join me in my discovery and cry a tear of joy for me
as I cry mine for you.
