Love and Surrender



These days, with more behind than ahead,
I do not yearn to solve the Mystery of Life,
Or come to “enlightenment” or “awakening”.

Those words long ago lost all meaning,
And the Great Mystery has proven,
Beyond all doubt, Unknowable.

These days, I Cherish two things:

The Sacred Presence in The Heart,
That Ineffable Sublimity,
Which Illumines the Experience of Being.

Love.

And the Enlivened Serenity of a mind,
Though ever awash in Wonder,
Surrendered to Not Knowing.

Love… and Surrender.

Having these,
What care is there of attainment,
Or “levels“ of enlightenment?

Having these,
What care is there for states of being,
Created and sustained in conditionality?

Having these,
How can one bear arid discourses,
Seeking to prove this “Truth” or that?

Having these,
What “spiritual desire” can arise,
Save…

Love's desire to Bless.

I've grown so very weary of all else “spiritual”.

These days, with more behind than ahead,
This Mystery within a Mystery is content,
To breathe in Love, and breath out Surrender.