Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness

“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”
~Alejandro Jodorowsky

I was talking with a friend.
She was telling me about her spiritual quest.
She told me she had searched and searched and ultimately, she had come to the edge of an abyss. A darkness that shocked her and repelled her.
“It was just black emptiness, nothing was there!”
It was too much for her.
I could see the horror in her eyes, the sadness.
She saw it but couldn’t bear it.
She couldn’t accept that it could possibly be the truth.
Nothingness is human heresy.
How could emptiness be the answer?
To say yes to the abyss and step into it.
We somehow know it will swallow us whole.
Few step forward.
At some level, you have to be willing to die.
To let go of what you believe; to be everything.
The contradiction is confusing.
Desperate, we feel confined, but don’t know why.
Yet, to let go…
At least we know our cage; it’s comfortable.
Let me extend you a hand.
That darkness is freedom.
When you let go and step into the darkness, your essence pixilates.
Your notion of self bursts into everything-ness
Just as everything-ness amalgamates into you.
That darkness is limitless, timeless, and pure light.
You just need to step in to see it.