"Your Sorrow Has Destination"
by Paul Kandrah

Your Sorrow has destination

There is so much living in that statement
Alive and with presence
For sorrow is born
From a process outside of ourselves
And only through such a process can it leave us
For our world is created by our behemoth
Of thoughts and beliefs that traps us
Rather than those that might free our very being

We are alone in our separation
Until we find that others are listening
The very rocks are listening but we do not believe it

The trees stand tall in the wind
That carries the chatter of infinity
We stand in front of each other
To become what we are and hope
That they will face us listening
Really listening

For we have found in our apparent separation
That they are not listening
Because we all seem to believe in separation
We do not see the rocks and the trees
Which know only to sit in their way of being
We do not even see our own way of being
Deep inside
Because of the chatter

Even though we sit under the dust of stars above us
Each many billions of times larger than our earth
And wonder why we are so alone!

The sorrow in our soul can only depart
The very same way that it came in
Simply
Through the air we breathe

What does it mean to listen....
To have a place for sorrow's destination?

It means to open
To connect
To look into another's eyes
And see ALL that they are
That they are there
It does not mean to take upon the other's burden
For that load is only energy
A way of thinking

And the listener is only a conduit
For the depth of another's surprise
When they see into the depth of another's eyes
Something of God moving closer
Recognized by their own heart
So that they can know with certainty
That She/He is listening
Reminding You
That we are all worth something
You and I
In the end and the beginning
Of eternity's sunrise

In the beginning we were born
Created
And we knew we were part of something
Naturally without constraint from our thinking
And in the end
When we die
We will know we are part of something
Naturally, again... and beyond

But in the middle we get muddled and think we are alone
In something we think to call misery
A chasm of our thoughtful wants and desires
With which we separate ourselves from things
Through cause and effect

In this realm called time
When in reality there is only eternity
Through the moment we enter
In the beginning and the end
And in between
If we give up our thoughts
Of desires
For it is only the heart
That inspires
Real life

Connections
The heart itself has wishes
It wishes to be whole again
To be reborn again
Inside of life

Thoughts are an essential part of existence
For with them we direct where we are going
Thought is the wheel that we use to steer
It is very practical, useful, powerful
Though we often forget and think to navigate by it

And then we are led throughout life
Rather than us leading our desires
For the heart is the real navigation
The heart is the sextant that tells us where we are
And the charts to go by

The only true sorrow is the heart itself pining
For the experience of potentials lost in time
By the children who forget its importance
As the piper plays his tune
Leading us off
To our demise

Sorrow disappears when its source vanishes
The only true sorrow is separation found
The loss of the awareness that we are all bound
Together
In a Connection that cannot be unwound
And we remember
We remember so bright in our heart

When we simply look into each other's eyes
When we listen to the peace behind another's thoughts
And wonder where we ever went wrong
Thinking we were right.

Copyright © 2002 by Paul Kandrah
(Written in secret to the One in my heart… again and again in my
dreams... of eternity's sunrise.)