Aparigraha. in sanskrit it means non-grasping, non-clinging. and if your cellular makeup resembles anything like mine - it's one of the hardest things to do. Ever. Let Go. Offer it up. Release it. As the song says, If you love something, then give it away. a beautiful refrain but oh, just what a thing to do... historically, any good thing that comes across my path... emotion, pulse, sensation.... person, place, thing... animal, mineral, vegetable... damnit - if it feels good i wanna hold onto that thing tight and not let go like my life depends upon it! laws of physics be damned! this good feeling's gonna last!!! and then... disaster... like everything within this sphere it goes... past.
and so, in finally beginning to come to terms with the whole "nature of impermanence" thing.. i've begun to offer up a new sort of prayer - my own little ripped-off version of the 12-step serenity verse - "god grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change... the courage to change the things i can... . etc" you know.. that one... tilting it just slightly till it reads somethinglike...
god, i thank you for this joyous, gleaming, gorgeous, brimming, mother-fucking ecstatic and beautiful moment! i know i can't live here all the time, that, in life, some shit, some where, is forever hitting the fan. but thank you, for allowing me this tiny glimpse of cosmic real esate. help me to remember that this exists, even when i'm face down in some pool of earthly sludge.
Mahalo. Amen. A hui hou.
thank you. and so it is. until we meet again......
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