Jan. 15, 2014

My Beloved Son

by Otis Lee Rodgers (author's profile)

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My Beloved Son
by Brother Achim 18.21

O' my precious beloved son
I was seeking to be,
painfully searching
and in al my doing and failing
I forgot to take care
I have become hopelessly lost
—Suddenly I was overcome,
overwhelmed with a severe
blissfulness, a wonderous
understanding

I have not given up everything
and my hands are empty
I am now just a drop in the
ocean of life—a mere speck

I have become an authentic
being
There is no desire in me to
utter a single word that I
cannot authentic
upon my own authority
I am utterly empty, no thought,
no desires, no content of mind,
no preconceived philosophical
ideological mindset

I can now stand naked, open
without defense, camouflage
or façade

The house is vacant and the
flame has disappeared

I am not for or against anything
or anyone in the entire world
for the simple reason that I have no
vested interest in anything or anyone
not even in my own life

I am like a hollow reef, an empty shore
Nothing is mine, because I am nobody
I have experienced the ultimate desire
of unknowingness
I am now in a state of blissful
surrender

No longer are there any answers
because all questions about the
who, how, and why have dropped
knowledge is left behind
I have lived tremendously and
my work is done
All has become silent and numb
The "i" is no more.

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