Can I be glad? With nothing?
What is this constant looking for, searching?
This never ‘arrived-ness’ – busyness and ungladness?
When and where does this end?
Yes and Never
This yearning for some outside thing, event, person to make one’s life ‘better’, can only end when one slows down.
Slow down. And for a moment, stop the doing and noise.
But – this stillness! This disconcerting nothing to do-ness!
I must be busy. I must at least look busy.
Only then do I feel needed, seen, important enough. To feel I deserve to exist.
This is the chatter that never seems to cease.
This is the never part.
The Un-Definitioning Of
This is the yes part.
When busy becomes stillness. Then I know this moment.
When need becomes have. Then I know I have what I must have in this moment.
When importance becomes uniqueness. Then I know my purpose for being, my place in Life’s perfect existence.
When I become You and We become All. Then I can stop blaming, competing, striving and judging.
When separation becomes one. Then I know I am supported as I too support.
And as the world unfolds itself at my feet – I am fully glad with nothing.
‘Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
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Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy.’
RABINDRANATH TAGORE / ‘keep me fully glad’
The Unrepentant Wayfarer 