Edge Of Love

Letting go of what was never ours to keep

“What you are looking for is where you are looking from.” Francis of Assisi

There is a moment on the path — or perhaps many — where life asks you to let go of what you love.

Not because it wasn’t sacred. But because the form you clung to is not the whole of it.

I didn’t want to learn this. Not with the people I once felt tethered to. Not with the beings I thought I couldn’t live without. Not with the ones who touched my soul so deeply, I mistook the connection for permanence.

But love — true love — doesn’t stay inside one body. It doesn’t end when the form dissolves. It only becomes harder to grasp. And freer.

At first, it feels like devastation. How could letting go lead to freedom? It feels like betrayal. Like abandonment. Like death.

But slowly…you realize it’s only the death of the self that believed it needed something outside of itself to feel whole.

And this is the wound that becomes the doorway.

We don’t stop loving. We stop needing form to feel love.

We stop grasping, and something deeper holds us.

This is not a truth I read. It is a truth I lived through.

And I want to offer thanks —to those who played the sacred role, who mirrored what I needed to release, who loved me enough to not stay attached.

Even if it broke me. Even if I didn’t understand until later.

If it hurts, you're not doing it wrong.You're being emptied — not punished.

Let the pain come. Let the form dissolve. Let the love remain.

It always does.