I am a sojourner on a life-long journey, moving both inward and outward, exploring both my own inner landscape and the terrain in which others live. While still moving into the center, I'm also stretching toward the edges. These reflections trace some of my exploration.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Overheard . . . from Rilke
The transformed speaks only to relinquishers. All holders-on are stranglers.
yet it is very difficult for me to let go or even to begin to understand what it is i am to let go of. so i am trying to let go and hold on to the tangled weaving of what appears to be my life that slips through my fingers. i try to separate the strands so as i can see which i am to let go of so as not to strangle and which to hold on in order to stay connected to the life i have been given. but then i give a tug to the string i think i should release and suddenly things i don't expect unravel and i reach to grab the string back. i don't know how to let go all the way. i am afraid.
but i do understand i must let go, i do know if i be a "holders-on" i will be a strangler.
"All holders-on are stranglers."
ReplyDeletei can see this play out in my own actions.
yet it is very difficult for me to let go or even to begin to understand what it is i am to let go of. so i am trying to let go and hold on to the tangled weaving of what appears to be my life that slips through my fingers. i try to separate the strands so as i can see which i am to let go of so as not to strangle and which to hold on in order to stay connected to the life i have been given. but then i give a tug to the string i think i should release and suddenly things i don't expect unravel and i reach to grab the string back. i don't know how to let go all the way. i am afraid.
but i do understand i must let go, i do know if i be a "holders-on" i will be a strangler.
i don't want to be a strangler.
i do want to be transformed.
i do want to be a relinquisher.