Wait Without Hope

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.


T. S. Eliot, East Coker

LIBERATION

Completely
let it go
surrender
give it up
throw it out
make space
get rid of it
expel it
sink deep
deep clean
breathe out
exhale
to the bottom
the very
very


bottom.

There you'll find yourself again, build yourself anew.