Saturday, October 25, 2025
I never knew how surrendering would change me. Diplomas and years of experience are discarded in a flash. Now, I live unknown. I’m a nobody, an indistinguishable essence with no physical features.
I see why people hold on. They’re afraid that there isn’t a continuous, free-roaming agent in the body. The body becomes worm food. Tear up the diplomas, burn the credentials, and give up the identity-building. I realize there is no continuity, strung together as an identity called Ryan. Memories don’t make me. I make memories.
You have to subtract to reach a point of inactivity, non-desire, and non-doing. In Chinese, that’s wei-wu, or zen. There is a great flowing energy, like water, and you give yourself to the water.
If you are nothing, you give yourself to the blowing wind and drift like a feather. You hand nature over to herself. Thrashing in the water makes you sink. Flapping your arms won’t make you fly. You must give yourself to the current, to the warm up flow. Your invisible wings must “catch the drift.” Flapping, thrashing, combatting – leading you nowhere. Now here, let nowhere lead you.
Like sugar dissolved in water, we can taste your essence. The sugar hasn’t overcome the water and made it thick. Just enough to taste. Like yeast in bread, we taste. That’s all you need – a sweet essence that doesn’t overtake the mixture. But combined, the solution is just enough to notice the sweetness.
You’re suspended like the throngs of sugar granules and the saintly who have dissolved the crusty edges of self. No more distinguishability, one suspended. No longer with hardness, many in hellacious suspense. Quietly spread your wings of faith, and away you go – up, up. Taste and see the goodness of dissolving into the oneness of heavenly bliss. Sweet dissolving in the choir of heavenly suspension, eternal song of one.