We must be willing to get rid of
the life we’ve planned, so as to have
the life that is waiting for us.
The old skin has to be shed
before the new one can come.
If we fix on the old, we get stuck.
When we hang onto any form,
we are in danger of putrefaction.
Hell is life drying up.
in our most harrowing times, to surrender may be our sweetest gift…..the only way to begin from the fresh face of grief……the only vessel for cool, spacious tears…..
Let go of what has passed.
Let go of what may come.
Let go of what is happening now.
Don’t try to figure anything out.
Don’t try to make anything happen.
Relax, right now, and rest.
If you’re feeling vaguely sad and aimless,
ask not what is wrong but what your heart longs for.