I thought I knew the way
having traveled this path long ago
but no…I got lost in cryptic directions:
turn right at the T intersection
left at the V.
All became muddled in duality.
Stopping in the middle I scream,
“I don’t know where I’m going
and I don’t know how to get there!”
The Beloved suggests that I surrender all thought
all maps and scribbled directions.
I come into the Now
and let this Moment take me
through the orchards and sunflower fields
under great oak arches
and over rickety bridges
across daunting chasms.
This mind that has been such a reliable frenemy
must yield leadership to the true Guide.
Leslie, this is truly sublime and the exact message I needed today. The Beloved finds such a loving channel in you. Thank you again, dear friend. Much love.
Thank you, Marian. I’m so glad it spoke to you, as it did me.
This touched my heart. I could visualise you saying: “Stopping in the middle I scream. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know how to get there.”. So true and so profound. Thank you.
Theresa, this actually did happen, which I will tell of below. Sometimes our most intense frustration can lead to great release. Thank you!
I too am increasingly recognizing the sublime privilege of simply letting go and allowing Garji. The frenemy of me, myself and mine is subtle and cunning and even diabolical beyond the nth degree. Thanks ONLY to our inwardly ascending bhakti as directed to our Perfect Beloved are we able to set our true compass towards Home. And truly admitting that we simply don’t know is HUGE…especially so in the subtler realms. Thanks for this reaffirming and inspirational imagery Lesley. It’s so darned simple and refreshing and yet so very subtle and profound too!
Beautifully said, Bobby. This poem came from an experience in which I volunteered to lead 15 people to a waterfall in a remote wilderness. Though I’d been there before I forgot the way and the Forest Services directions weren’t reliable. I was so humiliated to not reach the falls. Then, the Master brought this through, redeeming the whole experience. It’s a simple lesson but I have to learn it over and over, it seems.
Is it not just sweet and intimate and meaningful even beyond our immediate ability to comprehend in how these experiences play out? Perfect examples of how the mind obsesses to the moon and back while our emerging I Am remains in calm repose patiently waiting to reveal the true and more penetrating purpose(s) of an experience. I have encountered very similar circumstances on the outer and literally have to laugh at how serious I tend to get and how I am able to make a mountain out of a molehill in such moments. And just last night (my mind ‘likes’ to call it irony so that it can look at it from a distance and remain perplexed), the Master took me through yet another (a deeply developing theme *here*) dream experience wherein I was at-tempting to forage my way through unfamiliar landscapes bound and determined that I could negotiate them on my own merit. I could expand at length upon this particular theme as it has been somewhat of an ever-present piece of karma throughout this particular incarnation. Who would think that the storyline behind the movie “Groundhog Day” could contain such profound spiritual relevance? Again, I could go on and on and on…with the many archetypal images and moral high ground initiatives that my “frenemy” camps out on (and will actually go down with the ship for with seemingly stolid conviction and zero remorse) as plausible perspectives for doing something…only to shake my discriminating/detached *head* about upon recognizing the experience through bhakti’s hindsight/insight. Our Master so perfectly tailors EVERYTHING to the most minute detail (let alone the HUGEST of so-called life defining moments) of our life’s experiences. It is simply His immaculate grace personified! Sorry to ramble and digress. As you can *see* this beautiful imagery struck a deeply contemplative chord within. Thank you yet again.
I too, Bobby, find myself in dreams and outer wanderings stuck in an untenable (seeming) situation and trying to get out or solve it with the mind, only to recognize that all I have to do is let go, call out, and relax. Then everything tends to harmonize pretty darn fast. And a side note to my story above. The Dutch people I was guiding had a great time, even though we didn’t find the waterfall. Thank you for your lovely contemplation.
Thank you Lesley, this really speaks to me. Such a simple truth, yet so hard to truly let go. Only our trust and love for our true Guide allows us to surrender, bit by bit. Thank you!
So true, Chloe, and fortunately that trust grows daily. <3
Thanks for this array of powerful imagery. Muddled in duality is definitely something my three minds continue to experience on and off all day long as the true guide reminds me to remember his love. I really enjoyed reflecting on this poem today. You are such a loving channel.
Thank you, Helen. Yes, remembering His love stops all the muddling. We are so fortunate!