Freedom of Hopeless

Bow = attachment

Wind = that which cannot be controlled

Arrow = hope

Pulling the arrow back = deciding to unattach 

Releasing the arrow = opening to hopeless

Walking in the direction of the arrow = walking the path

Freedom of Hopeless

The quiver fills with arrow after arrow of “should be’s” and “supposed to’s;” mounting bow of attachment over and over again.

Taut and exhausted I hold and wonder, “Will I hit the target this time?”  Mind convinces…Better not to let go. Hold on.

Hope is the essence of rainbows and butterflies (beautiful and not to be discounted or forgotten).

This is my reality.

Has a shooting star ever been convinced to stay?

The wind blows as a steady reminder of that which I cannot control.

What if I let go?

What will remain?

Hope flies forth on unexpected wings; no longer mine to cling.

Quiver becomes light and expectations dissolve.

Mind quiets and muscles release.

Wind continues to blow, and I feel it grace my skin; no longer needing to dictate its direction.

I stand here now.

Empty.

Open.

Light.

Embraced in the freedom of hopeless.

I am.

Sat Nam.