6January'12
Losing myself to find my Self
“First he tempted me with infinite caresses. He burnt me in the end with pain and sorrow. In this game of chess I had to lose myself in order to win Him” -Rumi
This resonates. At the start of my ‘awakening’, years ago, it was all magic and fairy dust, angels, crystals and light…..which was, and is, lovely….but then this awakening deepened and became more solid. Being human isn’t easy, there is pain and sorrow as well as happiness and light. It is all enlightenment. The whole. All experience is valid, good isn’t better than bad, things simply are as they are. Not struggling with what is, that’s enlightenment. As a Buddhist saying goes “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water”. And then, there is my acute realisation of the difference between my small, egoic, earthly self and my Self, the Divine, Tao from which all manifests….and really it’s the same, isn’t it? Zero separation.
I’ve had to lose so many concepts of my self, so many self-used labels, in order to gain a glimpse of Divinity – and, I never seem to hold that for long. I have to continually let go of my self in order to experience the Bliss. Letting go of the constructs of “who I am”, letting go of dualistic thinking and embracing the whole and all that goes with that.
Kahlil Gibran, in The Prophet, writes about Joy and Sorrow:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater thar sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Through inner peace, I believe, world peace IS inevitable.