Hold

At different mode and mould
There are different hold.

When I was a baby someone's hold me, take care of me. I too wanted to hold each and everything.

 

When I am young, I want to hold. Only what I love the most. In rare case those which I want to give a blow or throw them away afar

When I will be old, I want some one again to hold. A support to walk and talk, to reach a final destination. 

When I came I wanted to hold everything...

From my mother's arm to her love and compassion.
From my father's palm to his patience and power.
From my teachers writing to wisdom and warmth.

But
When I will go away from this world, I can't hold anything along with me. Eventhough you will hold some memory, some belonging... How long?

In between there were so many things I have to hold and so many thing to give from what I held.

What I am holding?
Is I am holding body?
Is I am holding thoughts?
Is I am holding my anger?
Is I am holding my emotions?
Is I am holding views?
Is I am holding image of you and world?
Is I am holding I in itself?

No analogy is perfect...

Whether I say

Just flow on
Or
Hold the truth.

Wise one knows

When to hold and when to let it go?
What to hold and what to let it go?
Why to hold and why to let it go?
How to hold and how to let it go?
Where to hold and where to let it go?
How much to hold and how much to let it go?

And finally asks

Who is holding?
Who is letting go?
Who am I?

May the wise in you who holds the secrets. Answers all your questions which you are holding in and entering into this new year. It happens only when  you yourself will not held it back to go and ask.
In order to hold the supreme, don't hold back anything. 

As I am writing this, a word comes 'holder' leading to another word 'householder'.

True,
Householder knows what to hold and what not? Why? How? When? Where?

Nature knows, body knows, everyone knows.

(I have jumped and moved thrice on this topic and here come another one)

Can you hold river?
Can you hold air?
Can you hold space?

Just halt for a moment.

Just have a breath and than let it go.

It's a fine art my friend.
It's science, it's art my friend.

What?When?Why?Where?Who?How and how much? To hold and let it go.

I hold a deep respect and gratitude to many souls and I give it out... some who has held name and are living, some who haven't hold any name or not holding a body.

May in the year 2018 we learn this science and art of holding and giving.

Eti shubham. 

[ Hold is a noun, which i came to know now.]