A Prose in Surrender
It appears many of us are at a point of wisdom — a point of suspension and understanding that it’s a possibility we know WAY less than we want to admit.
I’m still in the practice of surrender. In the meantime, I wrote this short poem to convey the emotions:
The taste of surrender is sweet and sour
Spicy lips devour carnal desires left alone in ascension
Cotton candy clouds envelop sky as sun beams disperse through shadows of mechanistic nature – outdated
Reborn through lineage rose, hawk, and otter — dance and play in rivers carving stone
Ancient memories – ease and power
seduction flowers amongst mortal thoughts and I rise reborn
No ashes – for there remains nothing of the deception.
Journal Prompts:
What has changed in your life since releasing control?
If you haven’t chosen an area to release control, where would you? Can you let go?