The One You say we are

The One You say we are                                                                                 
 
Some apparently find You just by sitting –
fading away cross-legged into nothingness.
 
I’m a bit too rambunctious for that.
Or maybe it’s just too early in the game.
 
When I consider the stress of eternity
and my capacity for pain, I note
 
from this prayer rug on which I teeter
that I possess neither the courage
 
nor strength to shoulder the burden. 
If we are ever to become
 
the One You say we are, it will not
happen from my coming to You
 
but from You gracefully encompassing me.
And so with great relief and trepidation
 
I endeavor to still and settle myself,
release this fist of nothingness
 
I less and less consider myself to be
and hand it all so lovingly over to You.
 
Sitting quietly (o child!), doing nothing,
(wrote Basho), Spring comes . . . .