
The Goal Is One
There are a myriad different ways to search,
but the object of the search is always the same.
Don’t you see that the roads to Mecca are all different?
One comes from Byzantium, another from Syria,
still others wind through land or across the sea.
The roads are different; the goal is one.
Jalal-ud-Din Rumi (translated by Andrew Harvey)
What does it mean to surrender? If I type in a thesaurus search for the word “surrender” it reveals the following: give in, give up, admit defeat, lay down your arms, submit, yield, capitulate, submission, forfeit, hand over etc. I do not resonate with those words. They feel limiting, constricting. Surrender, to me, feels expansive therefore, which part of the self is the part that surrenders? Is it the ego, or perhaps another area of our psyche, or is it our soul?
I feel surrender can be summed up in the phrase, “Let go, let God.” This type of surrender is letting that which is greater than I guide me in my life. Surrender is something I have had to repeatedly learn throughout the course of my life. There have been times when I believed I had learned “how” to surrender, how to end resistance, only to discover another layer of resistance present.
Each decade of my life has brought a new layer, a new level of understanding in the art of surrender. I have had to learn to surrender to the experience of pain in my body as it reverberated throughout, caused by endometriosis. Once I surrendered to the pain I discovered many areas of my life were out of balance, possibly causing the disease. I have also had to learn how to surrender to the pain of migraine headaches, of quieting my thoughts, taking time to nurture myself when I had pushed myself too hard for too long. These are physical forms of surrender, surrender to the innate wisdom of my body.
The wisdom of my body led me to other areas of surrender within my being. Perhaps the pain I endured was necessary, it enabled me to learn the art of surrender, it enabled my ego to relinquish some of it’s control. This has required me to learn trust. I have learned that I can trust the events of my life will work out-there is a greater meaning to the suffering I endured. This is similar to the Sufi story of the stream in the book “The World’s Religions”. The stream is trying to cross the desert, but soon discovers the sand absorbs it, therefore it is prevented from crossing. A voice instructs the stream that it must trust, and allow the wind to change its form in order for it to cross the desert. In order to trust, my ego must first be transformed, change-form, this is surrender.
The Beloved
In all the worlds and heavens not a bird moves a wing
not a straw trembles but by God’s eternal law.
No one can explain this and no one should try.
Who can number the roses in the Almighty’s rose garden?
How could the Beloved be snared in a net of words?
Jalal-ud-Din Rumi (Translated by Andrew Harvey)
Daily, it seems, I must relearn the art of surrendering. I relearn how to surrender my thoughts of separation from the Divine. As Rumi states above, how can the awesomeness of the Divine, the Beloved, God, be known through the limits of language? When thoughts of separation are not present I am able to surrender into the Love that is within. Surrendering thought allows me to experience the innate Love of the Divine within.
I also must relearn how to surrender the identity of who I think I am. I am a daughter-yes, and so much more; I am a sister-yes, and so much more; I am a mother, a friend, a free thinking independent woman-yes, and so much more. The latest form of identity surrender came when I completed my undergraduate degree program. I am no longer a student, I am a graduate. I must relearn how to surrender an identity, that of a student, so I can expand into the so much more of who I am.
So, to answer my own question: which part of the self is the part that surrenders? Is it the ego, or perhaps another area of our psyche, or is it our soul? I feel it is all of it, the many guises of our being must learn surrender in all of its multifaceted forms.
Liisa 2/2010
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