Flower Mandala: Compassion

Compassion means attempting to look with love the actions of others. What makes a person act as they do? I can look at this flower all day long and see many different things, but yet never understand the mystery of the flower. I cannot know anything of the inner workings of the flower unless the flower so chooses to reveal itself or unless I also exhibit some of the same qualities of the flower, and yet, I am only attempting to guess. Compassion means looking at other’s actions without being judgmental, but with understanding eyes. That is very difficult to do with those whose actions toward you are very hurtful. In this flower there is a touch of red, which could be a touch of pain, a touch of beauty, or a touch of being wounded. Each one of us has that touch of being wounded. I just want to scream from the bottom of my being: WHAT LORD, WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO THIS POOR SOUL TO CAUSE HER TO TREAT ME THIS WAY? WHAT DO I REMIND HER OF? HOW CAN I STOP DYING? I AM HURTING! I AM BLEEDING? I AM BEING DRAINED! No one sees it because what good does it do to share it? I have tried to go to the proper authorities. I have attempted to talk to the person. Somewhere there is blindness; her blindness, my blindness, the blindness of those whom I communicate with. The drops of blood fall under the depths of shadows of blackness. Shadows serve a purpose, many purposes. Will the shadows fill up with blood or will they fall into the abyss that is under the shadow? The flower is so beautiful. Compassion is beautiful. Lord, is the emptying necessary? Is there a purpose for her treatment towards me? Is the dying necessary? Trust! Compassion! This is what I hear that is asked of me.