Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Number Fourteen

Desire and detachment live next to each other.  Both beautiful and necessary.  The required dialectic for a complete life.  Desire without detachment is a runaway train, allowing no acceptance of loss, no love for a world that can refuse our deepest hope.  Detachment without desire creates the eternal observer -- appreciating, accepting, forever letting go.  But never holding, seeking, wanting.

So it is at the intersection of detachment and desire that the beautiful uncertainty lives.  Daring to seek while accepting Fate's unknowable plan.  Wanting to hold the beloved while sensing all around the forces of separation.  A desire to shape the future with a letting go to what the future brings.  Embracing what is held and what is lost; taking what arrives at each moment, however sadly and beautifully different from what we sought.

1 comment:

  1. I always had this naive hippie notion: Desire bad, Detachment good.

    Thanks for setting me straight.