Thy Will Be Done

Not that there is a “someone” out there doing anything for me but rather as a figurative meaning of requesting that all my needs be given up or let go. It is equivalent to the true meaning of surrendering – a total giving up of the illusionary clinging-on presenting itself as desire or aversion; in simple words, wanting and not wanting. Both are rooted in delusion – having the illusion that things can be held on or be resisted.

True meditation is for that purpose – a constant check or recognizing at the very subtlest level of clinging on, to anything; be it thoughts, ideas, feelings or even futuristic desire of any kind. Only when all of those clinging have been given up, can miracles occur. Miracles not in the sense of magic, which only occurs in form but not in the mind, but miracles that come from the source of surrendering, manifesting themselves as thoughts in the mind which in turn seen physically as miraculous experiences. In simplicity, it is a thought, deriving from the expression of love rather than the expression of fear, or lack. It is the type of miracle, manifested from the full trust that everything is being cared for, as opposed to a feeling of being separated and that oneself has to strive for in terms of need and want in order to survive or to exist. Miracle is one’s birth place. But before miracles can be experienced, purification has to take place – purification of the mind from the delusional egoic clinging on of wanting and not wanting.

It is not something mystical or religious in context but rather truly natural, as natural as breathing that takes on its own momentum – only when it does not occur, something has gone wrong. It is only not natural because one has long been deluded into the identification of self, making what is unreal real. Hence making what is natural unreal and unnatural real. Clinging on is unreal, yet real when one is deluded about it.

It is said that prayer is the medium to miracle. Only if that prayer instils within one a sense of deep conviction of surrendering – that thy will be done. It has the factor of faith in trusting that all will be given for. Many have prayed and yet few are answered. Not that few are chosen but rather the very few had chosen to listen that all must be surrendered – moving from doing state to being state. Any form of doing already indicates a sense of desire which directly jeopardises the meaning of purification.

Prayer or meditation has the same purpose. It is an act of communion, of giving up what has been held on, moving from ego centric to spirit benevolence. It can be experienced through the direct approach of surrendering the self by devotion of prayers, or through the experience of non-self by contemplative meditation, as an indirect approach to detachment.

What is fully given up will be, in return, received fully. What is seemingly received without fully giving up is held on by perceived lack, from fear of not having. In truth, there is no true receiving in this case, except having the meaning of temporary custodian. In this sense, the poor can be amazingly rich, and yet the rich can be extremely poor.

To illustrate the difference between the states of one who has fully given up, and the other who has partially given up,  is the manifestation of themselves as poor; the former, being spirit will be in constant joy, feeding on the richness of poverty, never having the meaning of poor, whereas the latter, the ego suffers in poverty, trying to escape from it. Similarly, if both states of manifestation were to be rich; one is in constant giving and receiving, neither seeing one loftier than the other whereas the other is in constant lack, feeding a bottomless pit of never ending insufficiency.

When all is given up, freedom is its result. What is held on will be held back by bondage, not by any one except upon himself. In that sense, “thy will be done” is done by oneself, for himself, except minusing the “self”. That is what the true meaning of God is, when the self is relinquished.

Craving, Slaving

You snared me
and held me in addiction
making me
vulnerable
to your need.

You always await
striking right
the moment I intent
like a parasite
feeding on
on me.

You come
with your
tenacious tentacles
strangling
clinging on
asking for more
of which
I am a victim
to your mercy.

Camouflage you do
difficult to detect
difficult to know
a driving force
in all my desire.

Until I recognize you
suffering is inevitable
a slow death
repeating one more time
again and again
never ending.

yet death doesn’t help
for even this
you are around
in invisible cloak
receiving
at the other end.

Wisdom not at sight
or determination to know
you better
you are constantly
my shadow
feeding on.

An Unlearned Lesson

I thought you are, were
just as harmless as a tiny mouse
a simple wanting
an ordinary desire
of a tiny
thought
of getting a gift
for my beloved teacher.

You come and go
as I am aware of you
not giving you too much
of attention
in case you grip me by my neck
and strangle me
as I have seen you before
drowning me in scheming and planning
I am wary of you
to regret later for that restless desire.

And yet you come one more time
and many more times
and I give a watchful eye
trusting myself that I am not
going to be hooked by you again.

And suddenly it came to my ear
a plan has been made
to deliver the gift
from an eavesdrop
of my beloved
without me knowing
and of course I am elated
but little did I know
you have already came
in through the back door
I have underestimated you

You wickedly intrude
in a different form
instead of wanting
you came in through my preference
as you know where my weakness is

The day came
and the gift unwrap by my teacher
I saw the little you rearing your head
and I knew I have to deal with the ugly you
underestimated you again.