The fear of meeting my own pain is dissolving. Love becomes the new welcoming friend greeting at the door of awareness.
Love without agenda. As a natural state, needing no reason to be.
I feel compassion for myself.
The pain itself is love resisted. The pain is something beautiful and we can experience that directly if we remove the veil through which it is seen.
I feel sadness. And I feel compassion for that sadness, not resistance. It is a sadness filled with joy.