In a garden in Zurich, I discovered three big stone sculptures of Angels. They were so beautiful, so smiling and kindly and serene that I had to make a painting of them!
Then I added an unknown woman wearing black clothes. She is prostrated on a grave.
I discovered that her grief was creating a dark cloud around her. This cloud impeded the rays of Light to reach her.
The Angels are looking after this woman. They are opposing this grim intrusion but she too must fight in order to liberate herself from this darkness.
This situation inspired me the text here below:
Welcome to the tears when they flow!
Welcome to grief when it stabs us!
Suffering is a door on our path of evolution.
May we consent to get through its threshold!
This acceptation entails a challenge: the refusal to remain stuck in misfortune; the refusal to identify ourselves with it.
This is the initial value of mourning, whether this mourning is real or symbolic. It marks our life and each of them is a desert which has to be crossed.
But, when the day comes, may we greet the feeling of detachment which will soothe our heart.
Detachment is the contrary of indifference.
Indifference puts us in jail: we do not feel concerned, whereas detachment leads us to love. This is the paradox of love!
A love which makes us love the others as they are, and not the way we want them to be.
A love beyond expectations.
May we be filled with this inalterable lightness which comes to us once we have gone down into the depth of our grief and the joy which is said to be the real essence of our being.