12.05.2003

<letting go >

i like the way how some people walk into my life and give me some wonderful book gifts

in 'the tibetan book of living and dying' i found a poem called

'autobiography in five chapters'

that so describes me and some of the choices i've made in life

except that it can be so hard to let go

but as the book continues, there's both sadness and joy

sad as one realised how futile actions of the past have been

and joy in that letting go gives way to new and profound change and freedom...

1. i walk down the street

there is a deep hole in the sidewalk

i fall in

i am lost ... i am hopeless

it isn't my fault

it takes forever to find a way out

2. i walk down the same street

there is a deep hole in the sidewalk

i pretend i don't see it

i fall in again

i can't believe i'm in the same place

but it isnt my fault

it still takes time a long time to get out

3. i walk down the same street

there is a deep hole in the sidewalk

i see it is there

i still fall in ... it's a habit

my eyes are open

i know where i am

it is my fault

i get out immediately

4. i walk down the same street

there is a deep hole in the sidewalk

i walk around it

5. i walk down another street