one enters the kingdom of heaven quite blind.
the music: I need to surrender it.
the 'artist' image tides me over, perhaps for jettisoning later.
the constant temptation: anything available to cling on to,
but really there is no need.
it's a reaction of fear: clutching at 'what is'.

aware again of the way in which you have made the problem of renunciation as easy as possible for someone so weak;
as though you are saying
'I've done all the hard graft for you, now just loosen those fingernails . . . '