Letting Go

Letting Go
by Scott Bradley

I seems to me that one could let go all the way to Peace. I wish I could tell you for sure, but I can't.

What does one let go? Everything. If it can be let go, it invites letting go. An insult. Feelings of failure. Guilt. We scratch the surface. The need to be 'somebody'. The burden of existence. Life itself. We go deeper.

We fear to let go. What other foundation is there besides our tenuous grasp on...these mists we call ourselves and our worlds full of manufactured meaning? Yet these are no foundation at all. How foolish it is to cling when there is nothing real to grasp.

To let go utterly is an act of infinite trust. Yet there is nothing more natural, nothing more harmonious with reality, nothing more sure. Yes. Thankfulness arises.

Nothing more sure, yet utterly empty. No promises or guarantees. No answers or explanations. Nothing more to which to cling. The 'land of not-even-anything', the 'vast wilds of open nowhere '— this is where we wander.

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