try as you might, you will never... not ever ... be able to hold on.
You can't do it. You cannot hold on.
It might break your heart at first, but let it break it open.
For you are not something that can hold, or be held onto.
Holding on and letting go are just a few of your many colors, they are a flash of the feather,
but they are not the whole bird.
Just as the river does not hold onto the water, the river IS the water, the water IS the river, they do not exist apart or alone.
How could the river let go of the water? it cannot release what it IS here and now.
There is no such option.
The bird is not victim to the color of its feather, the feather is not victim to the color of the bird,
Life is already in it's wholeness at all times, and you are life.
...not a fraction of it, not a flavor of it, all of it.
There is nothing of you it is not, and nothing of it you are not.
the river is the water. the water is the river.
the color is the feather, the feather is the bird.