My wife Carolyn was a Professor of Psychology and Therapist for many years. I tell people I am her principal client, and this is more true than I care to believe. This morning she was thinking of the awful things that have happened recently in our world, and she penned the following lines that I think call for reflection. She wrote:
“Maybe the horrors in our world are instigated and carried out by the very people who most need compassion and love–but they scare us so much that they trigger more fear and even hate, disgust, depression and despair. These all need compassion, even if we cannot completely understand. Surely our own acts that stem from fear, or lack, or a sense of scarcity, need compassionate and tender consideration? If I am to commit fully to love, then I am also fully committed to extend love to all–even those who commit the most horrendous atrocities. This love seems so out of reach. Yet once in a while I know its healing power.”
Here is a coda by Rumi:
With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains.
In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another.
How can there be a window where no wall remains?