For Every Pain a Remedy has been Given

The Secret One will show you a secret path no eyes have ever seen

[My last posting, “Does "Rich Men North Of Richmond" Manifest the Radical Center?” has some PS’s added readers might want to see. And since then, David Rovics released a great adaptation of the song.]

Here is another video of Rumi poetry recited by Duncan Mackintosh, recorded by Morris, restored by Kyle J Smith and transcribed by Julia Mulliganiel.

Where he says, some great loving intelligence has cast a veil over hearing and sight

Some great loving intelligence has cast a veil over hearing and sight

A little news slips through

But only what the friend allows

But only what the friend — the Big Friend — allows

To the eye is given sometimes a glimpse of vast beauties, a taste of perfection, a tease of amorous glances

No more

To the ear given sometimes strains of perfect music, glad tidings, a cry of rapture

But only enough to leave the heart impossibly lonely

But only enough to leave the heart impossibly lonely

For every pain a remedy has been given, said the prophet

But no cure for this ache

But no cure for this ache

Until God opens wide your window

You that seek healing of this fine sorrow

Set your eyes outside the walls of the world

As one about to die turns in a new direction

You that seek healing of this fine sorrow

Set your eyes outside the walls of the world

As one about to die turns in a new direction

Be truthful now, be truthful now, you have a hidden wound

See yourself as you plainly are, you have a hidden wound

And this is no time for posing

When inward tenderness — and this is the secret — when inward tenderness finds that secret hurt

The rock will crack and

Ah — let the soul emerge

At some point we begin to miss the presence of something we never knew existed

And great sorrow wells up from beneath the numbness of the heart

Oh God my God! Oh God my God! What shall I do?

And if every way is closed before you, and if every way seems closed before you

The Secret One will show you a secret path no eyes have ever seen

Every midwife knows

That not until the mother’s womb softens with the pain of labor will a way unfold

And the infant find that opening to be born

Oh friend, oh friend, there is a treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child

There is a treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child

Listen, all the awakened ones, like trusted midwives, are saying to you

Welcome this pain, welcome this pain

It opens the dark passageway of grace