No Resistance

"To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of ease, grace, lightness. This state is

then no longer dependent upon things being in a certain way, good or bad."

— Ekhart Tolle

I experience a lot of resistance to life. 

I experience a lot of judgment.

Even now as I write, I notice the judgment, the anxious wondering 

whether readers will find my prose articulate, my words clear, 

whether the essence of my message will come through. 

I resist the urge to backspace, delete, as I desperately strive towards

A state where my worthiness isn't dependent 

On judgment, on good or bad.

Ease, grace, lightness. Life has felt anything but. 

Heavy, burdensome, stumbling.

Forgetting what's in the path is part of my path, 

   that the obstacle is the way. 

But I wish there weren't so many obstacles… 

I wish I wasn't in my own way. 

The obstacles of my mind, and my judgment, and my wishing things were different. 

The obstacles of seemingly insurmountable grief and pain and suffering. 

The obstacles of this quivering mountain, threatening to swallow me whole.

But maybe if a landslide is bound to happen, I can learn to ride the wave. 

Become a part of the mountain, be at one with the suffering, be submerged by the

insurmountable. 

Remember that things look steeper from a particular angle. 

Remember that we’re all made of stardust and I can one day be part of the journey others

traverse. 

Indeed, I already am.

Maybe one day my bones will shatter, and my corpse will turn to ash. 

To be scattered into soil, my death and my passing 

To nourish, give life to what’s next to come. 

Death and rebirth into different forms, until I learn that we are all empty and we are all one.

We are all empty, and we are all one, there is no perfect form, These constructs are

judgements; separation - illusion. Emptiness is where we all come, to where we will all return.

If are the universe experiencing itself, this part of the universe is suffering.

And that's okay... it's not good or bad, I need not resist. I need not persist. It just is. It just is. It

just is.

—Maggie Huang