Broken Soul



We are all damaged. We have all been hurt. We have all had to learn painful lessons. We are all recovering from some mistake, loss, betrayal, abuse, injustice or misfortune. All of life is a process of recovery that never ends. We each must find ways to accept and move through the pain and to pick ourselves back up. For each pang of grief, depression, doubt or despair there is an inverse toward renewal that will come to you in time. Each tragedy is an announcement that some good will indeed eventually come. Be patient with yourself.

β€œThe wound is the place where the light enters you” – Rumi

Don’t deny yourself of your own experiences, no matter how tragic or painful they were. They belong to you. When you cover-up your pain within yourself, you are suppressing your best chance to grow. Respect your pain and honor your pain. Those scars are your stripes and badges of honor. Those injuries are a part of your sacred story. Don’t hide from your truth. It is in what you have hidden, that you will find what you have been so desperately seeking. In the heart of your deepest wounds and losses is the essence of your greatest hope. What you thought of as dreadful or shameful was always your greatest treasure, for it has cultivated your deepest understanding. Your pain has brought forth the pearl of your wisdom, compassion and strength. Be proud of who you are.

β€œThere is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in” – Leonard Cohen – Selected Poems, 1956-1968

All beautiful things carry distinctions of imperfection. Your wounds and imperfections are your beauty. Like Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold, we are all perfectly imperfect. Breakage and mending are honest parts of a past which should not be hidden. Your wounds and healing are a part of your history; a part of who you are. Every beautiful thing is damaged. You are that beauty; we all are!

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

16 replies on β€œBROKEN SOUL”

We are all broken inside when the light fades due to circumstances beyond are control and it takes the β€˜ light of God by any name β€˜ to enter into our soul and mend the broken way and as in so many people their broken

Shalom, maybe it’s all very complicated Sir, ” words,” are simple when they come through you, not from you as you guys writing news as Correspondents know diligently formulating the world news 24/hr. How blessed is β€œOne” sitting under the branches of a palm tree silently watching the world go by? I was born to be a Buddhist Nun walking the dirt with no shoes. Who do you assume to blessed shalom

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Your comments are fine God knows best be patient in cybersecurity. Keep reading and talking enjoy our chatter. Say as you wish. Have fun too as it helps our skills grow with freedom of expression, everything we write is open language, not a secret society. Shalom
A little secret here for you. If you feel uncomfortable with any comment remember you are in control just press ” Spam ” button and off the edge of earth’s they fall you are in charge! Keep in mind others may be suffering right now, they don’t deserve to see hateful words Same as Social media Sir.

True words. Bidding from our pains and struggles only makes it worse. Learning to embrace the experience as either a lesson or a life experience transforms the suffering into a stepping stone in time.

You, Sir, are intelligent indeed. The saying is simply” if someone slaps your face don’t go back for another one ” ” say thank you very much I needed that! ” wait here I will be back another time” don’t do that! Run like hell the other way never go back you’re not going on that journey again brother Thats my story a way

Finding a way to release it is another very important part of the puzzle. Like many who suffer, I found my release to be in writing. Before I begun writing I had no idea I could write the way I do.

That’s fascinating. The new kids on the block if you watch them over a year bloom β€œOne” enjoys coming across these blogs. I love helping them with β€œthe head fog” problems by showing them to share my blogs and graphics and Sir that is what blogging means. Help the growth of the future of authors grow. The Journey in existence teaches us all to be helpful plus charitable to support each other. We are all trying to fit in together

I soon discovered I like poetry and reading and the more I read,the more value I add to myself therefor share to others. True, the light gets in through cracks and like kitsungi beauty reveals in the broken mended.

How lovely. Reading is very addictive. Poetry is intellect we crave! β€œWords” are fragile like petals on a rose. Bloggers are brilliant who needs books from a library . We are all privileged to read unique words. Shalom, I spend hours reading and forgetting to blogs! Lately thanking folk for sharing wonderful thoughts, history, news all in one place consequently, the hours fly with me head stuck on a device enthralled. The world of my secret life is secret no more

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