“This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.” -Tagore
Martin Luther speaks of the ‘hidden God,’ Deus absconditus, dwelling silently within the mystery of brokenness, the cross. Doing paperwork at a desk all day, for most of the work week, demands from me an ongoing meditation practice, one that empties me again and again. I dissolve into the paper, the desk, the keyboard. If I had a guru, I would be told, “Become the mouse.”
All sense of will and choice is abandoned. It just is, this work. Constant. Unrelenting. The personality can either be driven into insane preoccupations with what “should” be…or it can go to sleep. In the nondual realm, however, the personality is not even needed, and peace follows upon peace, the gentle filling with fresh life.
I walk in emptiness, yet I am somehow able to keep showing up at this odd party.
