Desengancharme ❦ Unclinging

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Desengancharme (o El arte de volar)

Esto de dejar ir el enganche
al «yo quiero», a las cosas del mundo,
se siente como dejar ir la vida misma,
            soltar el primer enganche que hice
                                    cuando era un embrión
                                                en el vientre de mi madre.

A veces, puede ser deprimente;
            pues he descubierto que,
                        en última instancia,
                                    no hay nada a lo que aferrarse.

Entonces la práctica me enseña
            a rotular, sin esconderme nada:
                         «Esto es depresión».
                                    «Se siente así».
                                                Incómoda.

Miro el gancho que está tratando desesperadamente
            de aferrarse a la vida para siempre.
                        No es posible.

Tal vez decida desengancharme
            del aferramiento que me entristece
                        liberarme
                                    dejar ir.
                                                    .
                                                       .

Oprimo el botón para desabrocharme
            y floto ahí…
                        en la nada   .
                                                    .
                                                       .

Y de repente
            llega el alivio,
                        el sabor de la libertad…

                                                            ¡Y vuelo!
                                                                                                .
                                                                                                    .
                                                                                                       .

Un viaje incómodo a veces
            pero muy bienvenido.

Estoy aprendiendo el arte de volar
            tras desengancharme
                        que es algo así como,

                                    dejarse ir eternamente

                                                            hacia la eternidad.   
                                                                                                .
                                                                                                    .
                                                                                                       .

Por Yaisha Vargas-Pérez para el blog A Mystic Writer
©Todos los derechos reservados.

Escrito durante un retiro
con Insight Santa Cruz en línea (IRC)
con Mary Grace Orr, Bob Stahl, JD Doyle,
del 16 al 20 de diciembre de 2020

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Unclinging (or The Art of Flying)

This letting go of the hook
of the “I want” feels like
letting go of life itself,
            of the very clinging I did
                        when I was an embryo
                                    in my mother’s womb.

Sometimes I feel depressed—
—there is ultimately nothing to cling to.

Then the practice teaches me
            to tag—“This is depression.”
                        “It’s like this.”
                                    Unpleasant.

I look at the hook, which is desperately
            trying to cling to life forever.
                        It’s hopeless.

Then, I may decide to uncling
            release
                        let go .
                                        .
                                           .

I press the button to unbuckle
            and there I float…
                        Nothing         .
                                                    .
                                                       .
And suddenly
            some relief,
                        a taste of freedom…

                                                            And I’m flying
                                                                                                .
                                                                                                    .
                                                                                                       .
An uncomfortable flight at times
            but most welcome.

I am learning the art of flight
            after unclinging
                        which is, somehow,

                                    Eternally letting go

                                                            Into Eternity  .   
                                                                                              .
                                                                                                   .
                                                                                                       .

By Yaisha Vargas-Pérez for the blog A Mystic Writer
©Copyright. All rights reserved.

Written during a retreat with Insight Santa Cruz online (IRC)
with Mary Grace Orr, Bob Stahl, JD Doyle,
December 16-20, 2020

Photo by Steven Paton from Pexels

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