THERE IS NO GROUND

We long for freedom,
But we cling
To our precious stories,
Our defensive strategies.
We wrestle with letting go
Of all that defines us—
Old habits and well-worn ruts,
Carved by years of conditioning.
And still, we hold on,
Afraid of who we’ll become
If we yield them
And fall.

We long for freedom,
Yet we cannot release
What we’ve deemed precious—
The old coat,
Heavy with time,
Yet sheltering us from the unknown.

“I don’t know how to let go!”
We cry, trying to figure it out.
We yearn to understand,
To remain in control.
We want our cake,
And freedom too.

And so we swing, back and forth:
Freedom, prison.
Lightness, heaviness.
Suffering, peace.
The ping-pong game—
Awake one moment,
Bound the next.

Until, at last, we tire.
Fed up with the swinging,
Exhausted by the endless dance.
Ideas of freedom fade,
Dreams dissolve,
And in their place,
Something deeper awakens.

A ripening.
A softening.
An acceptance.
Ah! The return to our humanity,
Cradled by equanimity.

Surrender it all, my friend.
Walk as if there were no ground—
For truly,
There is none.
And you are already,
Utterly free.

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I wrote this on Wednesday as I was contemplating the things people go through, and what I went through, on the journey of freedom.

I explore the paradox of our longing for freedom while clinging to the stories and defenses that weigh us down. I speak to the struggle of letting go, the fear of falling into the unknown, and the endless pendulum swing between lightness and heaviness, peace and suffering.

Beneath the struggle lies a deeper truth—freedom isn’t something to be achieved or understood. It arises through surrender, through softening into the fullness of our humanity and releasing the need for control.

This is an invitation to walk as if there were no ground, to discover that freedom is already here, waiting to be realized.

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I love fate’s infinite hand
It seems to show up everywhere
If I try and understand it,
It slips through my fingers like sand
We are standing on a vast beach, you and I
Why count the grains of sand
When one forgetful moment
And all counting is lost
Stay at the majesty of zero
It contains everything.

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And we will find
Upon our exit
From this dense realm
That we were always loved
And there was always light
And the majesty that surrounds us
Is infinite beyond our understanding.

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Here is a way,
The total acceptance
Of yourself 
Exactly as you are
No more argument 
And no more avoidance
And a return to that acceptance
Whenever you forget...
And you will forget.

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To be reborn
You must go
To the center
Of your existence
And die into it.

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Empty your heart of grievance
Let it be filled with the divine
Eventually that love
Will pour out everywhere
Like an unstoppable spring.

A clip from a recent public meeting: ‘Let Go of Control.’