Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
We would trade anything
not to loose the sense that we are a person
It is too scary...
Because then there is nothing to hold on to.
Nothing to define what we are.
If through Grace letting go happens
it does not follow that there is no more sense of identity.
But then there is identification with whatever appears.
This and This and This as well,
in fact Everything.
This is where the identification is.
Not in a:
'whenever you are sweet you are welcome to stay'
kind of way.
An all inclusive of all that appears.
The hurricanes and the sunsets.
Everything is the substance of what we are.
The Kingdom is us and ours already
No need for a horse.
Unless we enjoy the ride of course.