To Own Nothing
- Alexsondra Tomasulo
- 1 day ago
- 2 min read
To own nothing, to simplify,
to return to a dream full of love and freedom
I looked around me, at the yard I call mine, the trees I call mine,
the squirrels I call mine and even the pesky groundhog,
who demolished my new azaleas, I call mine.
I know this precious landscape, this house, I call mine,
are but gifts on loan, as is this body, this very flesh,
with all it’s molecules, and highways of nerves,
rivers of tears, and lakes of laughter, and even the blood clots,
calling me, deftly, to slow down more than I thought possible,
are gifts, such that the soul can understand humility.
To hold onto one single breath is impossible and absurd,
yet every time we resist in giving our all, we are, in fact,
trying to hold on. It is a fool’s folly in thinking this.
To understand the breath is to understand life
and death are masterly woven together,
gifts from the uncreated to the created.
The child asked, sincerely, “who created God”?
And the wise man said, Love creates Love.
God is not a he, but Love, a love so great, beyond
human understanding, it is that, without words,
And yet to allow for It’s Presence,
one can surrender into the Sacred Trinity,
experiencing It, and yet, having no words to describe It.
Is this journey worth taking? guess what?
You’re on it, knowingly or not.
The child asked sincerely, “can I have one ice cream cone?”
The wise man said “yes”
The child then asked, “ may I have two ice cream cones?”
The wise man said “it is not wise”
But children do not know better, and proceeded
to enjoy one and then the other.
Soon after, the child became sick.
Approaching the wiseman, asked, “why am I so sick?
And for fear of being scolded , said “I only had one ice cream cone”
The wiseman said,”the more secrets we keep hidden,
become like weeds, choking the beauty from our gardens.”
Did you not know that we are all gardens? Weeds and all,
a well balanced banquet of blessings for the body mind and soul.
May we all become conduits of this grandeur, that has been given us freely.
I felt this deeeply as I empty my house to sell it. I simultaneously am living in a camper/trailer and it is still too much stuff. My essence is buried in extra blankets and gifts from well-meaning people that I do not need or want. If if all that were gone, my art supplies and unsold art are a huge space taker. But that is how I connect with the Love. I can’t not be messy.