Relax Your Mind and Discover
the Wonder of Your True Nature
The Parable of the Rope
We are like someone holding on to a rope.
He holds on for dear life, knowing that if he lets go he would surely fall. His parents, his teachers, and many others have told him this is so. And, as he looks around, he sees everyone else holding on tightly. Nothing would induce him to let go.
Along comes a wise person. She knows that holding on doesn’t help, that any security it offers is illusory, and only keeps you where you are. So, she looks for a way to dispel his illusions and set him free.
She talks of a deeper joy, of true happiness, and inner peace. She tells him he can taste these if he will release one finger from the rope.
“One finger,” thinks the man, “that’s not too much to risk for a taste of bliss.” So, he agrees to take this first initiation.
And he does indeed taste more joy, happiness, and inner peace.
But not enough to bring lasting fulfillment.
“Even more joy and happiness can be yours,” she says, “if you will just release a second finger.”
“This,” he tells himself, “is going to be more difficult. Will I be safe? Do I have the courage?”
He hesitates, then, flexing a finger, feels how it would be to let go a little more . . . and takes the risk.
He is relieved to find he does not fall. Instead he discovers a greater happiness and peace of mind.
But could more be possible?
“Trust me,” she says. “Have I failed you so far? I know your fears, I know what your mind is telling you—that this is crazy, that it goes against everything you have ever learned—but please, trust me. I promise you will be safe, and will know even greater peace and contentment.”
“Do I really want inner peace so much,” he wonders, “that I’m prepared to risk all I’ve held dear? In principle, yes; but can I be sure I won’t fall?”
With a little coaxing, he begins to look at his fears, consider their basis, and explore what he really wants. Slowly, he feels his third finger soften and relax. He knows he can do it. He knows he must do it. It is only a matter of time before he releases this finger, too.
And as he does, an even greater sense of ease flows through him.
He is now hanging by one finger. Reason tells him he should have fallen a finger or two ago, but he hasn’t. “Is there something wrong with holding on?” he asks himself. “Have I been mistaken all along?”
“This one is up to you,” she says. “I can help you no further. Just remember all your fears are groundless.”
Trusting his own quiet inner voice, he gradually releases the last finger.
And nothing happens.
He stays exactly where he is.
Then he realizes why. All along, he has been standing on the ground.