I struggle with the notion of assistance from others and reliance on a larger being to give my life strength and meaning. A small example – never once growing up did I ask my parents for homework help. Not once. I always felt then that whatever grade I got, it should be truly MINE. I always wanted to have a raw sense for what I could achieve on my own. This of course is silly. Even rejecting outright assistance, we must admit as humans that we are a part of a fabric, one square of a grand quilt. Like it or not, our lives are impacted positively and negatively by outside forces.
I like the poem below.
Zero Circle by Rumi
Be helpless, dumbfounded
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we say No, we don’t see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.