What if we let it all fall apart? I mean all of it…
What if we decided we were no longer going to hold it all together?
What if we had the courage to shed our ravenous skins of perfection? Would the wild truth of our innate imperfections be enough? Maybe something more?
What if we let the walls of our external facade crumble?
What if we relinquished the names of all the self-images that we paste together like a collage, to hold ourselves and our stories and our worthiness up? What would be left?
What if we threw up our hands and fell to the earth and cried out in surrender? Would we be weak? Would we be quitters? Or would we be carried?
What if we discharged the electricity of our thoughts? What if we released the prisoners of our past? Would fear over run? Would love over come?
What if we abandoned for once our need to be right? If we disassembled the comforts and the confines of the boundaries of "goodness"? Would we become wrong and bad and trampled by life? Or would we get a glimpse of something sacred?
What if we stripped down to our bones and then took off even the husk of the breath?
Would we know a deeper truth? A greater wisdom? Presence perhaps? Would we create the space for grace to flow? Would we get a taste the vast, unfolding, infinite?
One day it will all unravel for us. That is the ultimate gift of this life. A chance to walk bare and alone, to see for ourselves what remains when all else falls away.
But until then…
What if we sat empty and open, together in the quiet, together beyond words, with no more barriers between us? Would that be too raw, too vulnerable, too sweet for this life?