Mystery is safe and a danger.
Danger first:
First it scares me because I must loose control.
Control is something I like—an idol—
An idol I worship by holding.
Holding it creates the danger because it’s all I know…
Know nothing else… nothing more.
More is what mystery calls me to.
To let go;
Go beyond…
Beyond what I hold—what holds me.
Me, it’s the idol, the image I keep…
Keep so secure in secret crying.
Crying to be free…
Free to let go…
Go beyond the danger to the safe.
Safe comes when mystery is embraced.
Embrace, let go, enter the mystery.
