let me never forget your name

O Father
Whenever i take your name, let me come back into silence. Promise me this.
And grant me that your name never leaves me, that I keep taking it.

I realize that just being silent is not enough. The "I"-seeds have to go through enquiry. And somehow inquiry may not be as complicated as we think it to be. Just observe them arise with distance. Hard to put into words. Its easy to fall for the I-seeds, but equally easy to be puzzled by them and just let them be.

What is this strange "I" business that goes on, and take us over. How utterly strange and fictitious. Mostly harmless but every once in a while it takes over like a huge electric current in the form of anger or rage, and can do any amount of harm in that moment.

Grant me, O Father, that I never get swept away by the "I" thought, let me be independent.