Dear Reader,
Today, a friend sent me these words from Rumi:
"Love is the cure, for pain keeps producing more pain until your eyes exhale love as naturally as your body gives off its scent."
At first, I wondered how eyes could exhale love. Eyes do not breathe or speak. Yet, reflecting further I understand exactly what Rumi means.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of someone who has suffered deeply and still remained kind? There is something in them that words cannot fully explain.
- Some eyes show bitterness.
- Some show fear.
- Some show anger.
But once in a while, we meet someone whose eyes reflect compassion, patience, and understanding. We sense that life has wounded them, yet those wounds have become wisdom instead of resentment.
Rumi suggests that pain, left alone, multiplies itself. Hurt turns into anger. Anger turns into isolation. Isolation turns into despair. The cycle continues until something greater breaks it.
Love is what breaks that cycle.
The philosopher Epictetus taught: what disturbs us is not events themselves, but our judgments about them. We may not always choose our circumstances, but we can choose what they produce within us.
In Recovery I find the same truth. My happiness is not dependent on the outside, it is found from within.
The miracle of recovery is not that pain vanishes, but that it can be transformed.
- "Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good." — Romans 12:21
- "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you." — Matthew 5:44
- "Have ye experienced this mighty change in your hearts?" — Alma 5:14
I believe that mighty change happens whenever fear yields to faith; resentment yields to forgiveness; and self-centeredness yields to service.
In Alcoholics Anonymous, I have experienced that self-will alone cannot solve my deepest problems. As I turned to a Higher Power, I found healing came not by determination, it came from transformation.
- My need to be right softened.
- My need to control faded.
- My urge to win every argument lost its grip.
As Rumi suggests, even my eyes begin to breathe inner peace and love.
God's grace was greater than my pain.
I know others, like me. They are in recovery meetings, in churches, and found in quiet acts of service—serving meals to the homeless, sitting beside hospital beds, and helping others without seeking recognition.
They carry a certain fragrance of the soul. Just as a rose does not strain to release its perfume, They do not strain to radiate kindness. Love has become their nature and their eyes speak before their lips do.
Perhaps that is one of the clearest signs of God at work in a life—not the absence of suffering, but the presence of love where suffering once ruled.
It is my Hope that each of us continue towards this mighty change of heart.
And may our eyes one day breathe love as effortlessly as a rose shares its fragrance with the world.
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