It was said to me, almost without words, maybe even without words, spoken to my heart, my mind, all of me.
“Letting go….. Letting go….”
It was said to me as an answer, as advice, as medicine.
That great Indian in the sky. Indian to me, Red Indian, Native Indian, Native American to others… He came to me in a vision. Perhaps. Maybe it was I who came to him. His presence…..it took great effort on his part, I could tell, but ironically, was effortless…As though he made some great sacrifice to speak to me.
His face was almost what you would expect…old, wise, full of lines, wrinkles, with long hair flowing. Deep Wisdom. Truth. Calm and Peace. Above all – Love. His love was, well, boundless.
I just listened, and his message, his answer, was clear:
And he was gone.
This is an experience I had many years ago, before I meet Buddhism.