Through the narrow confines of this mind

I seek the One who cannot be confined in words. How can I find the One who exists beyond my seeking.

This mind is a padded, air-tight chamber, without any doors. It is a suffocating prison that keeps me bound to constant procrastination and indifference. This thinking mind keeps me away from the real and engages me in the trivial and the meaningless.

How can I find release from this monotonous maze of thoughts? My Creator, is there a door that opens this prison of thought and leads directly to You?

Can You just lift me up and hold me close to Your face... even if it is only for a few seconds?

Can You grant me a moment of realization, my essence that is You?

The mind asks what I have done to deserve this? I answer nothing at all. Then why do you think such a thing?

I answer - the mind thinks but the heart knows there is something more to life than this transitory existence. The heart can't help but wonder when that moment will come but it is sure that it will.

My Maker, it is not in my power to know You, for You have confined me in the narrow prison of this mind that is bound by time and space. From my limited faculties how can I grasp the Absolute Supreme. Without Your Grace I am lost. Without Your will, how can I know You? Of what use is this existence if I don't get to know You? For now, all I seem to have is this thought-cluttered mind, running its own race while feeding on itself. But then there is this heart humming its own tune.

Your Gurbani tells me to rise above thought by uttering your Name with each breath. I try but do not succeed. Then it also says that without Your Grace, my effort is of no avail. So where does this leave me?

Fill me with Your Grace

My Creator, will this ever change.... I am exhausted with the mind's mindlessness. This heart is singing to a different tune, while the mind is meandering about in its maze of meaningless jargon, always seeking new ways to refresh the screen of thought. It spews out these words but words do little to fill the gap that lies within. Come rescue me from this mind; come

dance with my heart…….which really is Yours, not mine at all... No one and nothing is mine... except You may rey Rabbaa…

Daasandaasi

May 2003