Desirelessness is a misnomer. It isn’t that I don’t have desires.
They come and go. It’s that I don’t attach to them.
I don’t merge with them and make them my program of the moment, commanding my action: I want. I want. I want. Get out of the way. Give that to me. It’s mine.
We say that we detach from our desires. We don’t get entangled with them. We observe them and allow them to go when the time arises. At no time do we take upon ourselves their satisfaction or wed ourselves to them.
Resting in simple awareness, we watch desires arise, persist and pass away, following the Mother’s pattern for material things. Anicca, anicca, anicca, Budhists would say: impermanence, impemanence, impermanence.
This state of detachment from things of the mind and senses is not impeded by attachment to things divine. The cultivation of the divine qualities – perfect. Asking for love and bliss and joy – wonderful! There’s probably nothing the Mother would rather do than bestow them on us.
When I’m in a so-called desireless or detached state, I don’t need to travel to the Caribbean to find paradise. Every place I’m in is paradise. Every moment is paradise. Nothing missing. Nothing else wanted.