It’s dark because you are trying too
hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do
everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re
feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly
cope with them.
I was so preposterously serious in those
days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice
ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing
ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its
celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no
metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the
clear light.
So throw away your baggage and go
forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking
at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and
self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.
Aldous Huxley