There’s courage involved if you want
to become truth. There is a broken-
open place in a lover. Where are
those qualities of bravery and sharp
compassion in this group? What’s the
use of old and frozen thought? I want
a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.
We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change. Lukewarm
won’t do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here.
There’s a shredding that’s really
a healing, that makes you more alive!
For safekeeping, gold is hidden in a desolate place, where
no one ever goes, not
in a familiar, easy-to-get-to spot. The proverb goes, Joy
lives concealed in grief.
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow
And called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?”
“You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and
you’ve ruined my business. How can I
sell sorrow, when you know it’s a blessing?”