Loss creeps in and out of life like a stolen shadow. It eats at faith and trust in both tiny bite size morsels and gluttonous chomps. Its ferocity can leave one dangling from a thin tether as it stretches further and tighter until…it breaks. Only when it breaks can reconstruction begin.
Gain becomes the stronghold as new life is born like a mushroom in a recently burned forest. Loss and gain, the two tango back and forth across the dance floor of self as a rose dangles from the mouth of this paradoxical cycle.
What is loss, but gain? Old trees must burn to make room for a new forest generation. Transformational fires rage through self via the mundane, external world. Every loss brings new growth and every gain brings new burdens, without exception. Each has reasons. Loss alludes to loss, but it fakes out the perceiver because loss doesn’t exist. There is only the need to make room for new.
The price of loss is freedom, freedom from that which has become wretchedly worn and used up, but not let go of willingly. Renewed by gain, the cycle continues with vigor until the new becomes old and once again transforms. Nothing is permanent. Nothing.
Certain stagnant death would occur if change did not. Small children cry with an abandon at the want of things to stay the same forever. Adults laugh at the cuteness while having their private tears of transformation. Acceptance of change, and the good fortune it brings, offers security. Insecurity comes with insistence on sameness and wanting.
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Ahhhhhh yes, from the ashes of loss, we have fertile ground to grow. Thank you for your sharings.
ReplyDeleteI was reading in a short Paramanhansa Yogananda book... and his discussion was of love, and the loss of love (in death or otherwise). There were two angles to his interpretation (or rather my interpretation of his words). Love extinguishes so that we realize that it is not what we seek (but rather the connection with the Eternal is the only thing to be sought.) And love exists as a mere miniscule example, just a taste, of the capacity and connection the Source offers. Interesting.
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