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 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.
and then we knew that we could not live for any other reason than to live deep…….
inquiry for today~ so remember to be kind to the day……let if lift you up……
No matter how much we’ve shoved it to the back burner for other matters that seemed more pressing at the time, our hunger for awareness greater than this small self, bound by birth and death, can still be ours to fulfill and to experience and to abide in. At this point in our lives, we need to decide if we really want to live and die smaller and more impoverished than we need to be. Ar we willing to leave this unimaginably precious gift of a human life unopened? To look at how we ordinarily hold ourselves, to explore and investigate and examine it, is to see how we resist opening to life just as it is. To begin to explore the depths of our awareness usually involves the recognition of the deception, distortion, and myopic limitation in which we’ve held our being. To live a life of an elder is to ripen into being that is more than simply elderly, more than just old. It involves ripening into clear-eyed acceptance of the way things actually exist.
~Kathleen Dowling Singh