Fear and Fearlessness
As I observe what happens within me, I see that all negative emotions have their root in Fear. And what is the role of Fear and the attendant negative emotions?
Fear brings my fundamental questions into sharp focus: Who Am I and What is my Purpose? Becoming what I am by surrendering my life to life itself, then there is no room for Fear. But, there’s the rub, I find. This is where this “letting go” stuff is so tough. I believe I’m important. I believe I have to make my bed. I believe I have to take care of a kid. I believe I have to teach a class. Big whoop. There is no out there, out there, so I can make beds, make breakfast, teach classes...or not. But when I do my spiritual practices, and drop the “thoughts of,” Fear is consumed by Love, and I can go about my important/unimportant activities in Peace.
Can I give up the idea that I am important? That I must do this, or that? This is a moment by moment question, a moment by moment choice that I make, a moment by moment conversation that I have with my subconscious.
Gently and patiently I am allowing myself to understand that this small shell--through which I experience life and my specific form of existence--is not important at all. Through my spiritual practices, every moment is an opportunity to drop Fear and surrender to Fearlessness. Every moment is an opportunity to see that the purpose of my existence is the expression of Love. As I meditate with Fearlessness, Lord Byron’s beautiful poem “She Walks in Beauty” comes to me:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
-George Gordon, Lord Byron. 1788-1824