surrender poem

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Jaya Guru Datta,

 

 

 

Once every year or two, a poem comes through as a marker for some new inner

awareness in my life.

 

 

 

This one came through on Sunday, and it seemed appropriate to the discussion

of surrender.

 

 

 

Sri Guru Datta,

 

 

 

Mahesh Grossman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TASTELESS

 

 

 

Last night, while we were sleeping,

 

the One who's been sawing away at our head

 

chopped off our hands.

 

 

 

Now we can no longer feed ourselves.

 

 

 

In our new predicament,

 

(as you might imagine),

 

delicious and distasteful

 

have lost all meaning.

 

 

 

Instead, we are grateful for

 

whatever comes to us.

 

 

 

Every morsel is Prasad-

 

ambrosia served straight from His hand

 

to bless and free our soul.