These days there is a rhythm of finding myself braving courageously the edge of no return only to find this is not falling into the abyss of oblivion but a further releasing of the bondage of my false self. These words from Rumi, this week. invite me to go where I would not rather go, but do offer glimpses of releasing into letting go:
Run from what is comfortable.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
I have tried prudent planning long enough.
From now on,
I’ll be mad.
O what courage to embrace the plan, not of my choosing. For this I am strangely grateful.