Loving the pain doesn’t sound right.  But I do believe that if I send love to that which is painful–in my body, in my life, in my relationships–somehow love will find the Way.

Love is, after all, the Way, the Truth and the Life.  The Christ, the Buddha, the Bodhichitta inside of all of us.  Loving kindness is the core of us, no matter how much the coral reef of illusion collects around us.

The practice of discerning when I attach to an illusion and the detachment of giggling at this normal everyday continuous human experience, is, well, hilarious.

Ah, but if I could as much remember how Hafiz see this: God and I have become like two fat people in a small boat–we keep bumping into each other and laughing.  Let’s laugh.