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The Gift of Hopelessness

Hopelessness is that brief lapse, that necessary pause, Closing the door on an existence of conflict. It is that first gasp, that momentary stab of sadness, Defying design and allowing no plan for escape or rescue. It is fear rushing in on the glorious notes of Mozart’s Requiem, Filling open wounds with beautiful sounds of death. It is enduring pain that pierces so cruelly and cuts so deep That emotion is broken and awareness is impossible. Hopelessness is letting go of childhood dreams, Knowing that neither perfection nor performance Will ever change the outcome. Hopelessness is finally accepting the sorrow, Unclenching tight, childlike fists, And simply releasing a childhood that never really existed. Hopelessness is surrendering to anguish and despair, Uniting with tears of defeat and pain; then silently saluting this passing foe Who has graciously captured the field, and left open the door to compassion. Compassion is the promise, the holy gift of hopelessness. Compassion is the stairway, the path in the forest Leading to that lovely grace, that perfect stop To conditioned patterns of suffering. Compassion is the meter, the cadence of the heart, Transforming deceit into joyful affirmation; Proving that control and intimidation Had lost their power long ago. Compassion is the redeeming grace of hopelessness, If I dare to breathe it in and let go of the need to suffer. Compassion is the golden key to my imagined prisons, If I dare to accept its comfort and simply review the pictures from my past. Compassion is the cool water of life, soothing me, If I dare to lay my head upon the verity it offers. So take hold, my grieving heart; Embrace this gift of hopelessness; Wrap hard your arms around it, This saddest of sadnesses. Swallow it whole And let it fill your mind and body and soul. Then exhale the suffering And believe you are worthy of love. For in the end, it is compassion that will walk me through The painful shame of my past, then patiently sit beside me As I release the familiar solace of suffering. For in the end, it is compassion That will give me the grace and courage To accept the gift of hopelessness. [written on the theme of the Buddhist Day of Enlightenment - and to release all that is hindering our attainment of compassion]

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/13/2011 11:46:00 AM
Congratulations Deb on your win in Deborah Guzzi's contest "Winter's Holy Holidays". Love, Carol
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Date: 1/11/2011 9:26:00 AM
Congratulations on nthe third place win in the contest, deb
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Date: 1/10/2011 4:10:00 PM
congrats deb, how well i agree with u that only compassion sees through in the end...sunkan
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Date: 1/10/2011 4:01:00 PM
So wonderful is this one!! just love that you chose this theme for yours....I picked a much easier route to write! Good for you!!
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Date: 1/10/2011 3:52:00 PM
Congrats Deb on your amazing win in Debbie's contest with this exciting entry .. enjoyable information and a top charter too.. well deserved my friend..so enjoy with luv..
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Date: 1/10/2011 2:26:00 PM
No wonder this was a winner in the contest. Descriptively, you have covered everything like a blanket.
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Date: 1/10/2011 2:20:00 PM
Loved the topic, the learning, so glad you choice this to write about. Excellent use of metaphor & simile, if I might..rethink all the dreaded "that's" and I think perhaps tweak the line layout? LOL a critque on what already is excellent ;) Thanks so much for expanding our minds! Light & Love
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Date: 12/16/2010 10:01:00 AM
Maybe one day in the future we'll be able to plug ourselves in and cleanse our souls. Another superbly written piece Deb >> James :)
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Date: 12/15/2010 2:11:00 PM
This is a strong powerful write on cleansing ones soul.. your desciption is clear and to the point.. and your word usage is excellent... luv Michael soup mail 4 u
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