Liberation from Mourning
Liberation from Mourning
True Compassion vs. Grief
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I used to mourn, A LOT.
I mourned those who seemed stuck
in destructive patterns and limiting
belief systems.
I mourned my own years, seeming
wasted, stuck in some of the same
destructive patterns and limiting
belief systems I mourned in others.
I mourned nations, stuck in the same
destructive patterns and limiting belief
systems in collective consciousness
that were so damaging on an
individual basis.
This morning, I broke that pattern.
I blasted through the illusion that
mourning means I care. It just means
that I’ve made a judgment about a
person or a situation from my own
perspective, and judged it bad;
judged it sad.
What right have I to judge any other person’s choices and experience?
For all I know, that person who is suffering in the hospital bed, may be walking through the only challenge that will wake their soul to it’s ultimate purpose for this lifetime.
Perhaps that person I wish so to change, so to see as “happy”, most face exactly the challenges they are facing, in order to remember what happiness is for them.
I see that I have confused
compassion with grief.
They are so different.
Mourning mires me in the
same vibation of the thing
I mourn. What good can
come of being so mired?
I break free this morning
and recognize the face
of true compassion.
True compassions says
I see you
I honor your path
I support you
I accept you as
Sovereign Master of your own Soul
I release judgment and manipulation
I release my need to change you
Does this mean I do not feel
when those I love feel pain?
On the contrary. I just stopped
judging it good or bad, or something
to be mourned. I stopped judging
it, period.