~Medicine out of Pain~
In the drumbeat moment of red flowers opening and grapes being crushed,
the soul and luminous clarity sit together.
We start to step up, a step appears.
You say, I am more compassionate than your
mother and father.
I make medicine out of your pain.
From your chimney smoke I shape new constellations.
I tell everything, but I do not say it, because, my friend,
it is better your secret be spoken by you.
- Sunflower Legend (adorablepaintings.wordpress.com)