How to hold as loosely to the dark as I do the light?
Love is perfected in loss and longing
and joy is born of pain.
How can this be,
that there is no other way?
I may pretend.
I may not be ready.
I may ask the cup to pass from me.
But it will always come back,
offering itself,
along with
the light that comes after.
Do not worry if you are still pretending.
When we are ready, we will know.
When we are ready, we will surrender.
Then, we will bless the light that comes out from the darkness. The darkness we thought we could not bear.
