In the Finnish language, the words patience and suffering arise from the same root.  Patience is Kärsivällisyys.  Kärsiä means to suffer. 

 

Chase away all the restless warriors

Where there is patience there is also pain that can lead to suffering

But patience is the only way to the right resolution

It is the only way to watch the embers glow

And rise to the aubergine sky of cataclysmic

Renewal of the soul

Sit through it all

Allow it to percolate

Even if the mind warns you that patience is injuring the soul

It is not

Where there is patience

There is acknowledgment and acceptance

Of pain and suffering

Resistance to nothing

Will not make you bleed

Acceptance to all

Will reunify the soul

And steer it away from any resistance to pain

Leaving you to rest in the simple stillness

Of the correct result

Of patience

 

In my mind’s eye I see no righter result.  There is nothing else that could tempestuously tear me away from this moment.  Other than the lack of patience.  Allow everything to develop as if you never intended there to be any voluntary displacement.  Any displacement will come from the involuntary movement of the soul of the universe.  This haphazard plane on which we sit.  Waiting for moments to envelope us in the goodness and grace of just allowing. 

 

Allowing everything to be free and uncalculated.  Allowing everything to be free and uncallibrated.  Allowing everything to be free and unmeasured by any swinging pendulum embracing the distance of perpendicular time. 

Of a hand set in the moment that was only measured by the gravity of hourglass sand. 

 

There is no time moment.  There is only everything that surrounds us in elliptical circumference.  A never ending pull of gravitational force through the channels of undisrupted graduation of evolution of the soul.  That would never be bound to any measurement of how many times this terrestrial plane would revolve in revolution around the kindred star energy that creates the vacuous gravity, that pulls the rolling ball through the elliptical circumference of non-time.  Of never ending salutations to a dawn that measures nothing more than the continuance of breath.

 

In the incandescent glorified revelation of all of this to the watcher within, that is when we would recognize and find profit for the soul in the observation that because time has no meaning, patience is the just vehicle for adherence to the path we are set upon by universal direction.  Speeding up only finds dislocation.  And there is no need for it.  Because time does not exist.  And where there is pain and suffering along the path, it is only an invitation into the evolution of the soul.  Resistance to pain is suffering.  Acceptance of pain is the immolation of suffering.  When the watcher overrides the doer, patience will abide and pass over the pain with acceptance.  Patience will allow it.  Patience will provide the anarchical force to override the impact of suffering.

 

This we must know. This we must see. This we must be.