Was there ever a longing
Without its fulfillment?
Is the bee ever drawn
To a flower that has no nectar?
Then why bang my head on walls?
I have identified with the 'doer',
When all I am
Is a vessel waiting to be emptied.
I am so full of myself,
Pictures, expectations, even the longings-
What remains if I surrender it all?
True surrender is an act of grace.
In letting go I am already filled.
In giving up control
Every dream I have ever had
Finds its home.
So hard yet so easy,
It takes a million years to realize
That it only takes an instant.
I've hit bottom in the bottomless pit of desire.
I am ready for you now, Beloved Friend!