Vision- The Suffering

I loved bathtime.
I lay back, the warm water and soft bubbles soothing as it lapped a soft foam around my neck and shoulders.

Closing my eyes I allowed all thoughts and stresses to ease from my mind.

The grey cloud seemed like steam at first, but it swirled and thickened With surreal anxiety in the air above my feet, and hovered there like a grim beckoning fog.

The choice was mine.
To allow it,or not. And even as I searched my mind for a decision, and it's consequences, I knew which it had to be.
And it was allowed, slowly at first, I entered the dissolve of the grey void.
And I was with them, feeling, as if a part of them all.

A Pain so intense it was as if my spirit would split my skin, each muscle twisting into a knot of spasm, and I could only grip my head in my hands as tears poured into the water.
And I knew their pain then, all of it, all of them, throughout time and history. The tortured, the abused, the starved and the oppressed. I shared in the misery of all those poor, poor people. The whys and whenevers melded into inconsequence. Deeper and deeper I journeyed into the grey, flowing with an epiphany of torment, until it was over.
Easing myself out of the now cold water, I wrapped myself in towels and lay on the bed trembling, my cheeks stinging with the acid of the crying I had thought would never cease.

I tried to breathe deeply, to lose the residue of pain, and relax. And a question came,

"Why had this happened to me? Why had I been given the choice to endure such horror? "

The answer.
And the answer was love.

The only possible way for mankind to withstand each individual's existential pain, each societies flaws and misconceptions of the ultimate meaning of life, is to cease living in the fear that giving love would diminish them, to accept that the mighty truth of love was a light within each, and only this and the courage of sharing will ever relieve the shadows of suffering and bring harmony and peace to their existence.

Kazzy