We aspire in our living to give ourselves to that which cannot be lost. What is this? How do we give ourselves to this? Could silence be the sanctuary of our own ruminations on these questions, pared down to essentials, in the end turing outward into passion for life? What if it were no accident that we were all here on Earth at this time, asking these questions is by side and supporting one another?
Barbara and Peri
THE DAKINI SPEAKS
My friends, let's grow up.
Let's stop pretending we don't know the deal here.
Or if we truly haven't noticed, let's wake up and notice.
Look: everything that can be lost, will be lost.
It's simple--how could we have missed it for so long?
Let's grieve our losses fully, like ripe human beings,
But please, let's not be so shocked by them.
Let's not act so betrayed,
As though life had broken her secret promise to us.
Impermanence is life's only promise to us,
And she keeps it with ruthless impeccability.
To a child she seems cruel, but she is only wild,
And her compassion is exquisitely precise:
Brilliantly penetrating, luminous with truth,
She strips away the unreal to show us the real.
This is the true ride -- let's give ourselves to it!
Let's stop making deals for a safe passage:
There isn't one anyway, and the cost is too high.
We are not children any more.
The true human adult gives everything for what cannot be lost.