礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the Gift of Gift

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Gift.

It is Gift.

We do not work for Gift.

We do not earn Gift.

We receive Gift.

We do not choose Gift.

We are not accomplices in the choosing or the purchasing or the acquiring of Gift.

Gift is, by its nature, something selected by someone else.

Gift is purchased or forged, with beautiful intent, by another who desires to share with me from the abundance which is theirs.

We know gifts.

We give them on birthdays.

We give them at Christmas time.

We give them when invited to a dinner party and when sharing an anniversary.

We give them at weddings.

At stork parties.

Sometimes we just give them, because we want to, for no particular reason.

Other times we give them, because we see a need and we care and we have abundance which we desire to share.

Gift is never solicited.

It isn’t asked for.

It isn’t compulsory.

We know gifts.

We need them.

As an expression.

Of love.

Of collectiveness.

Yet, somehow, we’ve forgotten that Gift is vital.

We are proud.

We believe in performance.

Achievement.

Earning.

And we earnestly strive for everything.

Hungrily.

Even happiness.

Even Deepak Chopra, a man who should have a handle on life and spirituality, according to HufPost, telling people there is something they have to do, to be happy.

They have to give up things.

Other ‘happiness gurus’ talking about letting go, or making time for meditation,  or focussing on being grateful.

Even Christian Evangelicals preaching that ‘happy are they who do something.

Happy are they who consider.

The poor and needy.

Happy are they who seek.

The kingdom.

And then amidst all my reading and contemplation of ancient ideas and wisdom about happiness I stumble upon a story of when our Origin became like us, the perfect synergy of earth and Wind.

Standing at a well.

Jacob’s well, the story is told, in the city of Sychar in Samaria.

And a woman from Samaria comes to draw water.

And our Origin asks her for a drink.

And she is astounded, for she does not see our Origin.

She sees a Jew and all the Jewish prejudice, asking: ‘how is it that you, a Jew, asks me for a drink?  Me?  A woman from Samaria?  You Jews despise us Samaritans.  You have no dealings with us?’

And our Origin, unperturbed,  responds by saying to her: ‘if only you knew the Gift.  If only you knew it is the Gift asking you to give some water.  Then you would ask, and the Gift will be living water.  Living water which you drink and never thirst again.’

And the stories goes, even though she never asks, our Origin bestows the gift to her, and she receives it, without even realizing in that moment what has been given to her, although I do imagine, as the Gift infested her being and her life and her world, over time, she could not but understand that she received the Gift, the Living Water, her thirst quenched for eternity.

I see no seeking.

I see no asking.

I see giving.

I see receiving.

I see no effort.

I see no work.

No giving up.

No considering.

I see thirst for happiness quenched, from eternity to eternity.

Do you think it is effort for the caterpillar to transform into a butterfly?

Do you think it is work for the funny little gray seed to die and germinate and grow into a magnificent sunflower?

Why do you think it is through work and effort that you can have this universal thirst for happiness quenched?

No ammount of stuff.

No ammount of achievement.

No ammount of travel.

No ammount of experiences.

No ammount of sacrifice.

Or giving.

Or prayers.

Or hardship.

Or moral living.

Or piety.

Or power.

Or recognition.

Or influence.

Will earn you or me or anyone the Gift of a happy life.

It is Gift.

And it is given.

The Chopras and Happiness Projects and Gurus burdening us with beautiful glimpses of wisdom.

Shreds.

Tiny chips which are related to wisdom, but aren’t wisdom at all.

Tell me to be grateful,  in order to be happy and you are telling me that I will never be happy.

Tell me to consider the poor, or the needy.

Tell me to be generous.

Tell me to worship a god.

Tell me to give up something.

And you are telling me that happiness is a lie.

It does not exist.

My Zuko often tells me I write beautifully,  but I speak in riddles.  The ideas veiled in the entanglement of a bewildering enigma.

Since the 9th of January 2014 I have shared 40 posts about 礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ), The Way of the Gift.

Perhaps they are all a distracting confusion.

So here is my attempt at bland and unveiled:

Happiness is real.

It is available.

For every single human being.

I am living a happy life.

And you and every one you know and every one who has been born and will still be born can live a happy life.

Not the same happy life, for none of us are the same, and happiness is different for each of us.

The person entrapped by the deepest depression.

The person living in the worst possible poverty.

The person affected by the cruelest injustice and destruction.

The person who’ve suffered the worst loss.

We all can live the happy life.

We all can have happiness.

Not fake happiness.

Not the illusion of happiness.

Happiness.

Real.

Deep.

Meaningful.

Life changing happiness.

It is not reserved for a select few.

It is not set aside for some with exceptional skill and talent and privilege and resources.

It is available.

Like air.

Like sunlight during the day & moonlight during the night.

It isn’t limited.

It cannot be earned.

It cannot be worked for.

It cannot be bought.

It cannot be sold.

It can only be received.

Think about a gift.  Those many gifts you’ve given to so many people.  Even the ones you gave thinking you have to give them.

You got the gift.

You wrapped it or bagged.

You went to the person you wanted to give it to.

You were in their presence.

You said ‘hello’.

And you gave them the gift.

Sometimes there is some objection.

I remember taking a friend, who was sick in bed with flu, some money so that she would go see a doctor & buy medicine.  I remember she objected, even though we both knew she had no money to see a doctor or even go to a pharmacy.  I left the money on her coffee table.  And she took it.  And she saw a doctor.   And she got medicine.  And she got better.

Even despite objection or rejection, we give the gift and we walk away.

And it is received.

Perhaps the gift is lying on our coffee table and we have forgotten?

There I go again.

Perhaps we all have received the Gift, but we are not aware?

That it has been given?

That is all I can think.

And so you ask, but how do I pick it up from the coffee table?

You pick it up.

You say the words your being has been deeply sighing: I want to be happy.  Deeply.  Truly.  Meaningfully.   I want to live a happy life.

And you’ll notice, like that woman at the well of which the story tells, your thirst will be quenched.

A year ago I came to the conclusion: “When veritable spirituality infests our substantive reality, indubitable happiness explodes.”

That conclusion in itself was a gift.

And over the past months, as I read and considered and thought and wrote, I became more convinced of the truth of this.

I still have much to read.

Much to learn.

But of this I am certain, now, in this moment: “When veritable spirituality infests our substantive reality, indubitable happiness explodes.”

It is the Gift from whom every gift flows.

Say the words your being has been sighing: I want to be happy.

Say them often.

When you wake up and when you sit down to eat and when you go out and when you come back and when you wash and when you dress and when you open your door and when you close your door and when you lie down and as you fall asleep.

I want to be happy.

This is not magic, although it is Sourcory.

For our Origin has given the Gift.

Our Origin is the Gift.

The Source and the Sourceror.

Our Origin has given the Gift and is giving the Gift and will give the Gift and will be giving the Gift as he has been giving the Gift in every moment and every place of this world from every time, into every time.

Patiently.

So that I and you and we could be truly and deeply and meaningfully happy.

This is the Gift of the Gift.

So simple.

Say the words your being has been sighing and veritable spirituality will infest your substantive reality and indubitable happiness will explode.

In your being.

In your world.

In your life.

I’m not selling you this.

I don’t want to own you.

There is no gain for me in telling you this.

Except the gain of the Giver of the Gift.

To share what I have in abundance.

I hope this Gift will be yours.

I know all our beings sigh collectively, the same sigh from different places and different times: I want to be happy.

Now I too have left the Gift on your coffee table.

Go look.

It is there.

No need to stumble on in unhappiness or its bland cousin, not unhappy, but not happy either.

Go look.

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One thought on “礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the Gift of Gift

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