She let go.
Without a thought or a word,
she let go. She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments. She
let go of the confluence of
opinions swarming around her
head. She let go of the committee
of indecision within her. She let
go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without
hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice .
She didn’t read a book on how to
let go. She didn’t search the
scriptures. She just let go. She let
go of all the memories that held
her back. She let go of all the
anxiety that kept her from moving
forward. She let go of the
planning and all of the
calculations about how to
do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. She
didn’t journal about it. She didn’t
write the projected date in her
Day-Timer. She made no public
announcement and put no ad in
the paper. She didn’t check the
weather report or read her daily
horoscope. She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she
should let go. She didn’t call her
friends to discuss the matter. She
didn’t do a five-step Spiritual
Mind Treatment. She didn’t call
the prayer line. She didn’t utter
one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it
happened. There was no
applause or congratulations. No
one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing. Like a
leaf falling from a tree, she just
let go. There was no effort. There
was no struggle. It wasn’t good
and it wasn’t bad. It was what it
was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let
it all be. A small smile came over
her face. A light breeze blew
through her. And the sun and the
moon shone forevermore.. ♥
~ Reverend Safire Rose
https://www.facebook.com/pages/How-to-Raise-Your-Vibration/204840666199710
~ (Or is Ernest Holmes the author? Or someone else? I gather it is unclear…)
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But that is all forgettable. The main thing is that we were introduced into the company of Djivan Gasparian. I had heard his name, listened to his recordings, even met his agent, but never imagined I would ever meet the man himself. My first encounter with him surprised me greatly. He is probably the most famous man in Armenia but behaves without the slightest pretension and even with a degree of self-deprecation. At the same time he is impatient of the failings of others and sensitive about his public image. He is an extraordinary character. ‘Larger than life’ may be a cliché – but it applies to him. A white-haired 75-year old with more enthusiasm and stamina than most men half his age, he consumes vodka to an extent that would leave me paralysed. And he has twinkling eyes. He really does. I watched him closely and his eyes twinkle all the time. He reminded me of accounts I have read of the famous Greek-Armenian philosopher and mystic G. I. Gurdjieff, whose powerful personality and unorthodox behaviour eclipsed everyone around him. Like Gurdjieff, Gasparian has no patience with politicians, bureaucrats and other self-serving types. He looks always for the genuine human quality in a person, which is why he told me he prefers to be with musicians. I accepted the compliment, and his assessment of the musical fraternity (though my own experience admits of some exceptions).
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Just curious, do you see a connection between the poem and the person you describe?
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I just found this…at the time it was exactly needed…and was helped to let go of a heavy burden. Thank you my friend.
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