In this evanescent world, where everything is falling to pieces, we have to make the highest use of what time we have,’ says the Bhakta; and really the highest use of life is to hold it at the service of all beings.
It is the horrible body-idea that breeds all the selfishness in the world, just this one delusion that we are wholly the body we own, and that we must by all possible means try our very best to preserve and to please it.
If you know that you are positively other than your body, you have then none to fight with or struggle against; you are dead to all ideas of selfishness.
So the Bhakta declares that we have to hold ourselves as if we are altogether dead to all the things of the world; and that is indeed self-surrender. Let things come as they may.
The perfected Bhakta’s idea must be never to will and work for himself.
‘Lord, they build high temples in Your name; they make large gifts in Your name; I am poor; I have nothing; so I take this body of mine and place it at Your feet. Do not give me up, O Lord.’ Such is the prayer proceeding out of the depths of the Bhakta’s heart.
To him who has experienced it, this eternal sacrifice of the self unto the Beloved Lord is higher by far than all wealth and power, than even all soaring thoughts of renown and enjoyment.
The peace of the Bhakta’s calm resignation is a peace that passeth all understanding and is of incomparable value.