To be present, truly present, there is this constant letting go of whatever arises in the moment. It’s like whatever shows up, we notice it and then give it back to itself. Do you see the constant giving, here? It’s like the genuine space of what you are, is the giver of everything back to itself. This… is real love.
Maybe we can ask ourselves, “What am I not extending freedom to?” Or, “Where am I asking things or people to not be what they are, so I can pretend I have something to hold on to?”
Yea, it can be a tough question, but, be gentle with yourself. Be curious. This is an investigation to simply see where we can invite more love in.
Wherever we are holding on, there is actually a withholding of love. It’s like we say…
“Don’t you change, don’t you disappear, don’t you be something other than what I want you to be. Don’t be what you are.”
We can then investigate why we are so determined to hold on, and why we are so determined to threaten the withholding of love unless we get what we want.
Because we are innocently and adorably afraid to fall into the vast impermanence of everything; we are afraid to be empty and afraid to just… Be. Understandably.
The tragedy here is that in our holding on, we imprison ourselves. We have to constantly monitor what we are holding on to, question the future outcome, and make sure everyone and everything is doing what it’s “supposed” to be doing. “Supposed to be doing,” is really what I want it to be doing.
There’s no freedom in this space. Rather, there is a prison where you are both a guard and an inmate. You cannot leave the prison because your prisoners might escape.
Oh, dear, sweet one. Let them out, set them free, and be the space of love that is the giver of freedom.
See you soon, maybe.
Big Hugs,
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