Posts Tagged ‘attachment’

FrigidI feel the cold, and the stinging of the ice, and the loneliness of this remote spot in the forest of the world, but I am not truly touched by any of these.

I am not alone. I am one with the Only.

I do not suffer. My joy is the Supreme.

I do not miss the beauty of dangerous things,

like freezing cold and loving people and family and clinging.

But I will not be taken in by them.

I will not be owned by them.

I will light my fire in the midst of the winter storm,

and it will burn with the light of God.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.


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Make Me Let Go

Mother-Child_face_to_faceI want to open my hands and release it all, let everything fall. You catch it then, and take care of it.

I’ll do what you want me to, whatever is best, but I don’t want to own anything anymore. I don’t want to cling to anything or anyone. They’re all yours.

Please open my hands, pry my fingers off, and let them all fall into your lap.

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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Hohe_Tauern-High_dynamic_range_imaging-TrailI will cling to you, my lifeboat, so I do not drown in the sea of the world. For I have clung to many people and things in this life, and though some are beloved and worthy, none can keep me afloat when the waves attack me with their endless anger.

What else is there in this world but you? Material things and sensual pleasures. Lust and greed. Attachment and obsession. I am weary of it all. Life cannot satisfy, cannot bring one iota of happiness.

Only you can do that.

But no matter how bravely I say, “I will cling to my God with all my might,” I fall away from you, and into the pit of the world, again and again.

You must pull me out, my darling. You must lift me up and set me on my feet, show me the path and hold my hand as you lead me down it. You must sometimes even carry me on your back when the terrain is very difficult, for I am weak and easily bruised.

Let us set off down that trail immediately, darling. Let us be gone and never look back! Not until we reach the pinnacle, and can look down and say, “Yes, there I have been, and I see it for what it is now. Let me go back, and, with my darling’s hand in mine, see if I can help someone else to find the path to this beautiful place.”

Peace, peace, peace be unto all.

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