I asked a wise teacher
I asked a wise teacher
“Teach me how to let go of my past”
He picked up a rock
And threw it at me hard
I felt its sting
As I tried to move out of the way
But its was faster than me
As it hit hard and fell away
“Pick it up for me”
The teacher asked in soft tone
As I gave it back with slight hesitation
again the rock was pervasively thrown
A 3rd time it hit me
But the fourth time I was prepared
But this time was different
In his hand the rock never cleared
As my hands lower down
From guarding my wounded face
I straightened my hiding body
And put my courage back in place
The wise man looked at me
“SO what is it that has you upset”
What is it that hurts you
What’s this emotion you have kept
The rock is no longer hurting you
It happened a brief time long ago
But because it happened a few time before
You still have to learn to let go
The pain you feel
Is the effect of what was before
the rock lays peaceful now
what was is now no more
You can lower your guarded arms now
And you can lower your own rock that you hold
Its by our hand we keep reminding ourselves
That our past is being re told
We need to live our life looking forward
We need to examine our life in reverse
But if we carry this rock of past reactions
We always fulfill our own curse
The longer you hold it the heavier it gets
It never was yours to own
Your journey is better without the weight
Of your burdened and weighted stone
So learn the lessons your past give you
Then place what weighted you to the ground
Don’t relive what is already gone
Its not yours anymore so lay it down