Transcendental Forests

Transcendental Forests: The Trail — An Invitation to Let Go

It’s June. Follow the Trail. All the Way to the Moon!

Welcome back to Transcendental Forests. I am planting POETREE.

It took me the longest time to realize that letting go of something (whether it’s an upsetting event, a past trauma, a negative habit, a desire, etc) doesn’t mean pushing it away, ignoring it, fighting it or trying to get rid of it.

Letting go is synonymous with acceptance. With forgiveness. It’s a process that requires, first and foremost, making peace with whatever it is we are trying to let go of.

It’s been twenty months now since life as I knew it started to change. Not so much my external life but mostly my inner landscape. A change that was asking to be born from within.

I have written a lot during this time, mainly as a way of expressing and making sense of my emotions and my thoughts. I have recorded my fleeting moments of awareness and my insights which at the time felt like momentous victories in a very challenging adventure.

When I was going through the most difficult time in this spiritual journey, I had a friend who shared some words of wisdom with me. Those words deeply touched my heart. They gave me a sense of familiarity when my entire world had turned on its head.

I had this incredible sense that even though I was following my own path, someone else had done this journey before and knew exactly what I was going through. I remember having this vision of walking through a forest and finding little wisdom crumbs sprinkled along the way for me to pick up and connect with. These signposts were echoing my internal processes, encouraging me to keep going.

These words live inside me. They have merged with my own words and from time to time they are asking to be shared with you. So now they are yours. If they resonate with you al all, they will be mixed and threaded with your own voice and turned into new forms of love and wisdom.

As you read this story, my hope is that you will know that words, just like forests, do not belong to anyone. Words live and die, like any form of creation. They are not something to be held onto dearly…

With this is mind, I would like to look at The Trail as an open invitation to learn how to let go of anything that is no longer serving our personal interests in a positive way.

An invitation to embrace the pain and to forgive. To make peace with the past. To let go of all ego and to live each moment from a place of unconditional love, compassion, empathy, joy and renewed inner light.

And because this is of particular importance to me, I would also like to take this as an opportunity to re-commit to oneself and to each moment. To walk life’s path one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. To remain open to whatever comes along, and to trust the journey, wherever it might lead…

If any of this resonates with you, this is something you can do:

Next time you write/publish/share a story, do it in the spirit of simply sharing love with the world, without any thoughts of gain whatsoever.

Perhaps you can dedicate it to something you would like to let go of.

I wrote the The Trail (the poem below) the day I let go of my past, my dreams, and my EGO… Today, I would like to revisit the “letting go” with this little mantra:

With this poem, I make peace with the past. I accept the pain and I forgive. I let go of all ego. And I bleed green.

The last sentence is a way of recognizing that pain and hurt are an inevitable part of life. But if we embrace them and approach them in the spirit of forgiveness, perhaps there is a chance for green shoots of empathy and compassion to spring eternal.

The ego will, naturally, insist on coming back from time to time. And that is all right. Perhaps I can forgive myself for being human. In any case, when the ego does come back, I would like to remind myself of this:

The harder we try to chase something, to prove something, to hold onto something or to make something happen, the further we are from letting go. And further still from reaching inner peace…

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These are not stories. They are not poems. These are the forests of my heart.

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