There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. Dam a
stream and it will create a new
channel. Resist, and the tide
will sweep you off your feet.
Allow, and grace will carry
you to higher ground. The only
safety lies in letting it all in-
the wild and the weak; fear,
fantasies, failures and success.
When loss rips off the doors of
the heart, or sadness veils your
vision with despair, practise
becomes simply bearing the truth.
In the choice to let go of your
known way of being, the whole
world is revealed to your new eyes.
This poem was read to me by my teacher in our mindfulness group some while ago, and it is on re-reading it now that I feel again deeply moved and a further release of some of the shadow of grief that I carry still from my mother’s death. I allow the feelings, the complicated mix of feelings time and space to simply be with me, and then to gently flow in ribbons that entwine with warm, loving memories so that I can reflect without being overwhelmed.