Surrender : Of What n To What

My journey of surrender...
Surrender as Tyag and Samadhi
Through years of inner labour and silence, I have come to know that surrender is not merely falling at the feet of the Lord. It is an emptying—a deep, quiet revolution within.

Tyag, for me, is the surrender of the mind’s likes and dislikes—those waves of craving and aversion that keep the pot of consciousness ever boiling.
Samadhi, for me, is the dissolution of the final ego, the false sense of ‘I’ that clings subtly to even the most spiritual endeavours n results if action. 
In Chapter 18 of the Gita, Krishna  the secret—surrender is no blind submission but wise renunciation.

 I  have come to see what is to be surrendered: not my responsibilities, but the subtle trilogy of manas (mind), buddhi (intellect), and ahankara (ego)—the very forces that travel with the soul, shaping its form from life to life.
Over the last decade, now at 58(vanaprasta), I have made a humble attempt to empty the mind—this restless, naughty companion. I’ve seen how intellect merely reflects it and how ego is born from their union.
But when I still have the mind, when I observe it with detachment, it begins to quieten. In those spaces, Lord Buddha has gently held my hand, revealing the nature of dukkha and how it melts in loving awareness. My deep dive into Buddhism has softened the lead of my mind. 
And once the pot is empty, I pour only love, gratitude, and equanimity into it. The intellect sharpens, softens, and evolves. The ego transforms—not into a demon, but into a devoted servant of the soul.
This is my surrender.
When likes and dislikes are renounced, when the final ego has bowed, the soul becomes free—ready to soar across realms or rest in stillness until the proverbial cycle of death ends.
Then, and only then, I became one with my Lord Krishna.
Not as a concept.
But as Truth.

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