For a long time I was puzzled as to what this meant. It doesn't make good english. Only in the past few months is it dawning on me. We're conditioned, when we feel pain, to recoil from it, fear it, shun it. The last thing we're doing is being calmly with it. The pain is not us. And when you stop running away from the pain, and just truly observe it, it loses its horror. Its just a different sensation, one that is a stranger to us. The amazing thing I've noticed is that as soon as you stop running, and just observe the pain, without judging it, or fearing it, it kinda dissipates.
That must have been how those famous Buddhist monks set themselves alight in protest to American troops in Vietnam.
And that's how BPG managed to endure his recent trip to the dentist (which is what got me thinking along this track in the first place).
Now if I could only do it with headaches... and depression - that would be the ultimate.
The pic BTW is one of my photos which I doctored up in Photoshop.
PS: Suzanne, Thank U and Namaste 2