We go back to the self to feel secure,
but spirit has no home, because it takes refuge in all and in all places. It does not grasp nor cling, but blends and moves like a single drop of water in a river.

Letting go means acceptance of the transience of life and of uncertainty and unpredictability.

As we journey on, we see that there is both sadness and happiness, hardship and ease, loosing and winning, birth and death and light and darkness.
We find that life is woven through the fabric of opposites.