I looked at my hand perplexed.
Yesterday it was still fine. I could use it to scratch any itchy spot and to fill my water cup but today….
It refused.
I tried in vain to pick an apple of a tree but ended up with a mouthful of leaves.
What is wrong with my hand? Is it unhappy with its role in life? Tired of taking orders from my brain?
Slight panic attacked me. I need my hand but I need my hand to listen, yield, do what my brain wants.
A hand that does what it wills is frankly useless…. might as well be cut off.
I tried again reaching for that red juicy apple but my hand grabbed a branch and almost poked my eye out.
I looked at my hand and this is what I said:
“Let it go, let it go. You’re at one with me and need to see. Let it go, let it go, you were made to obey. Only when you surrender will you be free to fulfill your destiny. Let it go”
I was startled by the branch falling on the ground. I reached for the apple and bit into its sweetness with a smile.
A hand that obeys is definitely better than a rebellious one….
Definitely.
Clara Berge 