My friends, let’s grow up.
Let’s stop pretending we don’t know the deal here.
Or if we truly haven’t noticed, let’s wake up and notice.
Look: Everything that can be lost, will be lost.
It’s simple — how could we have missed it for so long?
Let’s grieve our losses fully, like ripe human beings,
But please, let’s not be so shocked by them.
Let’s not act so betrayed,
As though life had broken her secret promise to us.
Impermanence is life’s only promise to us,
And she keeps it with ruthless impeccability.
To a child she seems cruel, but she is only wild,
And her compassion exquisitely precise:
Brilliantly penetrating, luminous with truth,
She strips away the unreal to show us the real.
This is the true ride — let’s give ourselves to it!
Let’s stop making deals for a safe passage:
There isn’t one anyway, and the cost is too high.
We are not children anymore.
The true human adult gives everything for what cannot be lost.
Let’s dance the wild dance of no hope!
Jennifer Welwood’s work is to bring together spiritual and psychological practice in the service of realizing and embodying our awake nature, and she has been leading retreats, seminars, and ongoing groups dedicated to this work since 1988. A community of people work regularly with Jennifer in the Something Will Occur Mystery School. http://jenniferwelwood.com/
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
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