Having always held to the idea of Rock as so exquisitely expressed by Kathleen Raine in 1951:
“There is stone in me that knows stone,
Whose sole state is stasis
While the slow circle of the stars whirls a world of rock
Through light-years where in nightmare I fall crying
‘Must I travel fathomless distance for ever and ever?’
All that is in me of the rock, replies
‘For ever, if it must be: be, and be still; endure.’ “
(from “Rock”, 1951)
I have come closer to the state of being of surrender and letting go, which for me has been an act of courage:
The 13th century Sufi poet Rumi uses a wonderful metaphor to bring this to life:
“Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.
You’ve been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Indeed I am ground, I am crumbled.
Image from Wikipedia: The Red Disa which grows on Table Mountain – Disa uniflora blooms along the Aqueduct on the Back Table behind Table Mountain, Western Cape, South Africa