We hurry through the so-called boring things

In order to attend to that which we deem more important, interesting

Perhaps the final freedom will be a recognition

That everything in every moment is essential

And that nothing at all is important

There is no controlling life

Try corralling a lightning bolt

Containing a tornado

Dam a stream and it will create a new channel

Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet

Allow and grace will carry you to higher ground

The only safety lies in letting it all in

The wild and the weak

Fear, fantasies, failures and success

When loss rips off the doors of the heart

Or sadness veils your vision with despair

Practice becomes simply bearing the truth

In the choice to let go of your known way of being

The whole world is revealed to your new eyes