Today the "I" arose quite strongly when i sat to meditate -- the 'seeker' who needs to meditate, the 'sufferer'. It gripped me, i struggled to find the 'I am'.
Later in the afternoon, i was listening to NarasimhaDev, with tears in my eyes thinking of Prahlad and Narasimha.
I am so ashamed to have an "I" sense with You around, O Father.
With You around how can there be an "I". How can an I stand up in front of You. What shame!
There was a bit of peace and silence following. There was hail in the evening and some respite from the 44 degrees (C) heat.
Loving Father, out of gratitude and love i wish to pllace this notion of individuality, this person, this "I" at your Feet. Out of shame, and love, and no other benefit, I put it at Your Feet. Relieve me of this shameful notion, Beloved Father.
Time and again, you took physical form to protect your devotees. What would you not do out of your love for your devotees.
It is astonishing that in front of You, Infinite Love, the sense of individuality can stand up and announce itself.