Saturday, October 8, 2011

Nothing To Be Clung To

Sitting, the words come:
'nothing to be clung to'

Not getting into stories,
and from many times before,
the almost certainty of this:
'nothing to be clung to'

Breathing in, breathing out,
relaxing around the edges
of the habitual tightness:
'nothing to be clung to'

Years of tensing, grasping,
cannot be undone that quickly
It is only a matter of time:
'nothing to be clung to'

There is no need
to find out the object even,
for none is worth the desire:
'nothing to be clung to'

Sitting, the words come:
Nothing to be clung to.


  1. I like the way the poem seems to bring us along with you in your meditation, each verse like a new thought arising, wanting to be clung to - stories, tightness, grasping, analyzing - and then fading away until the next thought arises. Thanks for this very nice gift!

  2. Thank you for joining in, David. The insight was so strong, that in the end all the reflecting, the analyzing of the thoughts would end in the same place. "Nothing to be clung to", irrespective of the thing. The body, the mind get tired of the tightness, and the pain of the tightness, under the light of sustained awareness. Why mindfulness is so important. In its absence suffering not sensed or 'seen' continues unabated. One has to put in the time of witnessing the suffering from clinging, to finally let go of what does not feel good, unnecessarily. And this is where the rubber meets the road. Most people are not willing to consciously endure the suffering, although it is the only way to alleviate such suffering in the long run.