that I may see . . . . day four
BhaBhai: if someone seeks and becomes Gurmukh, then he dwells in the home of his own heart.
BhaBhai: The way of the terrifying world ocean is treacherous. Remain free of hope in the midst of hope, and you shall cross over. By Guru’s Grace, one comes to understand himself; in this way, he is Jiwan Mukt, dead while yet alive. II41II (936) –Guru Nanak
In the early days of sobriety,
hope became my password,
literally—to my email, my bank card—everything
Even as my motto denounced all hope:
“Abandon hope all ye who enter here.”
It seemed so very romantic and desperate and spiritual
All at the same time,
Which is actually nothing like early sobriety—
At least the romantic part;
desperate—probably; spiritual—not really,
not at first anyway.
This morning I read,
“remain free of hope in the midst of hope”
and with that consciousness one is promised
liberation—jiwan mukt—remaining dead while yet
Like the seed in winter,
Inert, free of all action,
It longs for nothing, but in the midst
Of that cold, lonely darkness
Spring is promised.
There is hope.
We long for liberation
As a nation, we were built
Upon the myth of
While we held people in chains.
Even now, we bind ourselves
To things, to people, to time.
And those things that we
Should have clung to,
we have let loose upon the winds:
Liberty, justice, truth,
“love thy neighbor.”
We no longer hold these truths
As self-evident; our logic has been
Crucified on a cross of greed and corruption.
So yes, let us abandon hope
In the midst of hope,
These promises of a nation
Will not be given to us.
We must take themAnd deliver them to