It's
all right for a doctor to scream in pain,
But it's not proper for a Saint to cry in anguish,
Is that it?
All the excuses for the crucifixion.
Can
you really do to Her anything you want,
And expect the Master to bear it?
Inside the chest, a Saint's heart beats
Exactly the same way as yours.
And the substances of his physical core
Are no different than the rest.
Master
does whatever is requested
For the happiness of others.
But by all means, he must suffer,
While we enjoy in comfort.
Jesus
died on the cross
So that His disciples live eternal life.
Must they spear Him while He is agonized,
Bathing in red blood?
Oh!
Humans, you are crueler than most,
With all the excuses to kill.
The gracious, the Son of God
Died in your hands.
How do you judge yourself?
Even
in modern days, you still continue
Stabbing the Master in the heart,
By slandering, by torturing his feelings to the utmost,
Then turning around, blaming your defects on him.
You
blame the mirror for the bad image seen.
Know you not
It is your own image?
While enjoying spreading the untruthful gossip,
Stop and think!
You
and the Master are even identical twins.
What hurts him,
Eventually, you'll soon feel it
In your Soul, in your spirit.
She and you are one.
Take
care that you go inward with deep reflection
To find the Truth you seek,
Till the day your conscience awakes,
Then you'll cry in sorrow!
The
remorse will hurt you...
So that even Heaven can't bear it.
It's still never too late.
You and I are in eternity.
Just know that the Master suffers for all humanity,
No matter how you see it.
The
frog who lives in the well,
Sees the sky as the pit.
Stop now!
Don't make your view limited.
The Master is the same, but not the same.
Do
not judge Him,
For you do not know Him.
And nothing is really the way it looks.
The Master knows the illusion, but he still gets hurt.
Take
care of yourself that you are not cruel,
For even the Master is so much more sensitive than you.
But She must bear it for your sake.
If you are not grateful, don't condemn, at least,
For the Master is really your only best friend.
When
the chapters of our lives end,
The Master is the one who greets us,
And helps in transition from this life to the next,
Brings us Home to where we truly belong.
Do
not slander him now, for you'll face him soon,
When all things are revealed to the utmost.
If you think Jesus died on the cross,
You err.
He forever lives.
The
Son of God only suffers like all the flesh does,
But his kingdom is the whole universe.
The Master is the King of Kings.
If
you love him,
It's good for you.
If you hate him,
It's you who'll feel it.
Go
within yourself to see the true knowledge.
Go within yourself to find the true liberation.
Do not look at the appearance
And criticize either that of Master or the rest.
Why
waste time condemning the defects
Of other's houses?
It's better to fix your own right now
Before too late!
You
do not know a thing about yourself,
Let alone about the Master,
Who is not even from this world,
Which is only a hotel for a night's dream.
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