I am asked to accept. Accept the loss. Accept the fear. Accept the uncertainty. Rules Girl wants to know how. How does one accept?
Everywhere I turn today, the advice is “listen to the silence,” “enjoy the silence,” “be with the silence.”
Don’t analyze. Accept.
Tara Brach says, “It is the truth that liberates us, not our effort to be free.” Rules Girl knows, “work hard and you’ll succeed.” But effort won’t work now … this does not compute.
The past is gone, only memory remains. There is no future. It does not exist. There is only now. Silence. Quiet.
Another loved one gone, body worn out before its time. Accept that.
I understand there is a place in darkness which is so vast that you begin to see light you didn’t know was there. Like when you look at the stars from miles away from the city. That’s where I’ll be.
Not looking for light. Simply accepting the darkness.
Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like somebody born into color. Do it now. You’re covered with a thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now. — RUMI