Dear Sann:

What an interesting poem! My goodness… the saint is bursting out I laughter saying ‘I surrender’ while most people think they still have a thousand serious moves to make, before, I suppose they can laugh. Is this what you understand of these last six lines of the poem?

Following reading your last two posts on your other thread, I am thinking: the thousand serious moves are all the … well, thousand serious moves you’ve been ruminating about doing regarding the colleague at work (call him, not to call him, go to the place of work, not to, what you should have done, should have said, what you said instead, what…)

The thing is, instead of those thousand pondered moves, if you do what the saint did, you would say ‘I surrender!’ which for me, at this point, would mean to let go of the hope of love with that particular man and instead do the practicing you did at the beach and garden, reaching out to other people, being authentic, expressing yourself as someone that matters!

Thank you for this poem. I would like to read it again, it is excellent. There is more there to see.

anita

Dear Sann:

I wish other people would comment on this poem, not only me. It will be interesting to read others’ understandings of it.

More thoughts about the poem after reading your point about control, and I won’t relate it to your life or mine directly, but more generally: it is not All or Nothing, the issue of control. We have some controlling to do. For example, if I want something to happen, I can start it happening, make a move for it to happen and then wait for a response. Then, if I am still very interested in that something to happen, I may ask questions so to understand why it is not happening and once I get the answers, and figure: oh, there is nothing for me to do at this point, then I let go. No more efforts to control. I don’t believe there is a plan for me, by god/ universe/ some version of good-old-god. There is no plan. Things don’t happen for a reason. We can make our lives meaningful and learn from our experience- and others’ experience- but there is no predetermined reasons to random occurrences.

anita

* You are welcome, Seaisland and thank you for your valuable sharing! Good to read from you anytime.
anita

great poem : )

The poem is asking us to surrender. Surrender to what? The What is whatever comes in the consciousness. It also mentions that it is a sublime game of chess. With God.

It talks of the two stages. One is the oridinary human being who does not surrender and is waiting for the thousand moves. These thousand moves will make him suffer so much that finally he will be ready for surrender.

So the poem is describing the need to surrender. However the Saint doesnt seem to be the ‘Realised one’. He is still a seeker. Else he would not say I surrender. Or he would not think that this is a game of chess with God. For him the God is still the Other. And God is still an opponent.

The poem doesnt describe the third state. The one where one does not even surrender. Because there is no other. So whom to surrender.