abandon

When there is only God,
there is not even what is not He.

If I reach to touch that Ocean
it will be a hand of watery form:
that Ocean caressing its own waves.

Of what use is all this striving,
this development,
if my longing is already satisfied?

It seems there is a beauty to growing,
and this is why we grow:
that growth befits His Name “The Fashioner”.
Then, even my movement, my stillness,
is a thing of service to Him.

As for me, myself, alone – this not-me –
there is neither need, nor place, nor movement:
only He.