A Grain

"I want to talk to you again for a little while, dear Mr. Kappus, although there is almost nothing I can say that will help you, and I can hardly find one useful word. You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. And you say that even this passing was difficult and upsetting for you. But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven't rather gone right though you. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad. The only sadnesses that are dangerous" are the ones that clothe your heart in many layers of grief's dark silk. The dark silk mummifying your heart and guarding it from exposure to the elements. Withholding it from the magic that makes our grain of sadness into the wisdom of a pearl. There in that silky womb, your heart only feels sadness Mr. Kappus. The heart's lively pulse only a rhythm of grief echoing thouroughly through your entire body and seeping into your spirit.
I ask you dear sir, please hold that grain of sand, for it is only a grain, hold it in the center of your heart. Feel it there with every sensing cell of your body so that it does not get lost.
Be attentive now, for the dark silk of your ego in it's own attempts of rescue, will try and keep it there, still in your heart.
Here now, in this very moment, let the magic of your heart smooth that grain of sand into a pearl. Let the fiery alchemy of your body melt it's wisdom into pearly streams coursing through your entire being. May it pass through you as does your breath from moment to moment.
Trust the nature of your inner workings Mr. Kappus and bring the minds awareness only to celebrate such magical happenings.

Quote from ''Letters to a Young Poet" R. Rilke