No By-Pass

 

Real meditation does not by-pass pain. Real meditation penetrates into the nectar of pain. Meditators do not rise above trauma, they surrender to its core. At the center of sorrow is the flowering of boundless energy. The same sap pervades both rose and thorn. The rose is joy, the thorn is grief, the sap is Ananda. Bliss is no passing mood, but the juice of pure existence. Glowing in the dark, the beyond within. Transcendence is not above. It is the hollow in the seed.

Photo by Aile Shebar