letting go

When sight

Takes over

My seeing,

The mind

Abandons its yearning

And ego its doing.

My entire being

Dissolves into the loving

That Life is being.

Caught between

Deciding and moving,

My small self

Hangs on to

The phantom safety

Of a fragile solidity.

Letting go,

It falls into

The firm emptiness

Of Life’s momentum.

A few times a day

I go to the same

Old restaurant – The Cushion

And order the same

Old meal – Emptiness

With some Letting Go

To wash it down.

Well, truth be told

These are the only things

On the menu.

The next time I go dining

I might as well stay

And join the kitchen staff.