These last two or so years my biggest struggle has been “letting go” and “holding on”; “letting go” and holding on on so many levels; “letting go” of some things that were precious; holding onto other things I discovered were precious, life-giving and of value beyond words. I stopped holding onto the past; to things that broke along the way, including hearts and dreams. I wanted to know love, and that meant letting everything in, and letting an unwritten future unfold.
The following poem resonated on so many levels:
“It’s as if what is unbreakable—
the very pulse of life—waits for
everything else to be torn away,
and then in the bareness that
only silence and suffering and great love
can expose, it dares
to speak through us and to us.
It seems to say, if you want to last,
hold on to nothing. If you want
to know love, let in everything.
If you want to feel the presence
of everything, stop counting the
things that break along the way.”