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Strike Forward to Let Go

I LOVE THE PHILOSOPHIES OF
 response-ability.
 learning by exploration.

I SAY THAT I
 strike forward with optimistic expectations.
 do all that I can do.

person approaching a goal sign, but the path to get there is broken

I AIM TO BE A
 high achiever.
 model of kindness.

I AM INSPIRED TO
 reach further.
 dream bigger.

I WANT MY LIFE PATH TO BE
 cohesive.
 shared.

Do I really live by these goals? What do I actually do?

a calm ocean at night

I actually let go of all that I want and expect: I summon each desire and dread, gaze upon it, savor the hope that I tied to it, explore the contours, and let it go. I cry over the loss of each one until I feel empty: my hands, mind and soul seem bare.

Then I am floating, flat on my back on a calm ocean at night. When I open my “eyes,” all I see is the stars of infinity. When I look at the horizon, I see shadowy trees overhanging a distant beach, and darkness beyond that. I hear slip-slaps of the dlippling water. I relax on the rippling cushion of the water’s surface. My breath and the salt water keep me afloat. My heels settle down a little as I breathe in, and level out as I breathe out. I am here, now. I enjoy this time of peace, however long it lasts, in this timeless place. This place just is.

Eventually a wave comes along that energizes me and aligns me with opportunities. I ride the wave for as long as I can, usually exhausting it. It beaches me at a distant land, to explore and gather wants and expectations.

Some time later, the tide rolls in, and the ocean reclaims me.

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“Goal” image courtesy of jscreationzs / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
modified by Grace Buchanan.

“Ocean Night” image is a composite of “Under the Stars” by Adrian Kingsley-Hughes,
“Two Planet-hunters Snapped at La Silla” by European Southern Observatory / Alexandre Santerne, via Wikimedia Commons, and
“Untitled” by cuisy for openphoto.net.
“Ocean Night” is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 by Grace Buchanan.

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Rough SeaRough Sea With Wreckage,
J. M. W. Turner [Public domain],
via Wikimedia Commons

Let’s take Mark Twain’s challenge:
“throw off the bowlines,
sail away from safe harbor,
catch the trade winds” in our sails… 

The air is fresh.
Our lungs swell
with the wind that fills the sails of our boat.

The sky is bright.
Our vision is sharp.
We look ahead at the cleared way.
The wind is pushing us further
from the safety of the shore,

out to a calm sea.
Our feet are firm on the floor
of our steady boat.

We are so alone,
we can hear our own breathing.
The air clears out our memories for this fresh re-start.

Now that we are out at sea,
the salt water mist in the air lands on our lips.
Salty sweet,
it tastes of all the foods we enjoy,
in one symphony
of satisfying ecstasy.

Along comes the inevitable storm.
Who doesn’t like a roaring storm?
This is our daydream,
so we stand tall

in the mountainous waves,
among bolts of lightning,
and even get struck numerous times.
We revel in the electric energy,
enjoying each moment of being charged.
Rain
scrubs our bodies
with invigorating massage.
We enjoy the feel of each muscle fiber
balancing us on this rough sea.

Now all is calm again.
We can only see the horizon
though we look all around.

We’re here now,
one with all,
and all is nothing.

We take the paddles that we just found, and sweep away the water to where life is.
We feel hunger
and thirst
and yearning.
We immerse ourselves in the hustle and bustle of the flashing lights
and crossing paths
as we seek satiation.
The rhythm of life beats in our hearts.
What we see and hear fills our veins.
We mentally record what we now have:
wisdom that we carry from having been at sea,
and thus
we are now immigrants
in this place called Life.

But
to present one’s self as an immigrant to life
is to put on

a pretentious mask.
We are all immigrants
in this place called Life.
We rip off any mask and breastplate
that we find on each other,
and expose each others soft underbellies.
There, we reveal thoughts we have been harboring,
which we must now bare and share,
because keeping them covered robs us of
life,
and robs everyone of our gifts.