Life is anarchic, insecure

Love.

I am glad to receive your letter.
Yes, this much suffering has to be gone through –
it is the birth pangs of our own rebirth.
And going back is not possible
for where is the past to which to return?
Time demolishes the steps we climb to reach the present.
There is no going back –
only going forward is possible,
forward and forward –
and the journey is endless!
There is no goal, no destination,
only resting places,
where the tents are dismantled
as soon as they are pitched.

But why this fear of anarchy?

All systems are false –
life is anarchic, insecure.
He who seeks security dies before his death.
Why this hurry to die?
Death itself will take care of that for us
so is it not right that we learn to live?

And the miracle is
that death does not call on the one
who learns how to live –
and this alone is needed.
Doesn’t the gardener silently wait after sowing the seed?

Whenever you need me you will find me beside you.
Regards to all there.