A lost flip flop and with it the looming consequences. The cost, the squandered emotions: a tiny episode mirroring the struggle to let go. My constant conscious and unconscious efforts to perserve my-self by all means, wherein a financial loss becomes a threat, tugging at the corners of my existence. The mind convinced in forseeing the beginning of the end. So challenge the mind to let go of all financial securities, along with insurances, investments and technological aids. It is scary. How am I to survive in the face of insecurity? Better hold on tight to whatever, better not question the false-guarantees. Oh the attachment to the physical buoy, keeping me from sinking, from…? Why is it so terrifying? Could having nothing, or else, losing everything be liberating? I cringe at the thought. What will I cling on to, when there’s nothing left? Nothing. No holding on, or should I say, purely letting go; finally.<\/p>\n
Maybe there is some relief I can’t or don’t want to admit to yet. Nonetheless it dawns on me that the difference is none, that holding on to illusion is like holding on to thin air. It’s a bird soaring high, soaring low, the wings gait transversing the naked haze, a transparent film reflecting light upon our receiving agents, coats of blue sky and green vegetation. I am that bird, thrusting wings into nothingness, trusting no one in particular to extend my flight. Dizziness overcomes me as I close my eyes and alas my mind. Like that one time in the sea, the water could take me and break me, apartness amplified in fear, then submitted to the cradling basin, soaking my heart, surrendering in spiritual awe. Maybe letting go means to open the doors to death and to meet its gaze, not in spite or grief, but in acceptance. See here, death is the cradle in the basin of life. And I shall bathe in it unclad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A lost flip flop and with it the looming consequences. The cost, the squandered emotions: a tiny episode mirroring the struggle to let go. My constant conscious and unconscious efforts to perserve my-self by all means, wherein a financial loss becomes a threat, tugging at the corners of my existence. The mind convinced in forseeing the beginning of the end. So challenge the mind to let go of all financial securities, along with insurances, investments and technological aids. It is scary. How am I to survive in the face of insecurity? Better hold on tight to whatever, better not question the false-guarantees. Oh the attachment to the physical buoy, keeping … same lesson: episode 7e<\/span> weiterlesen