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By Kiara Windrider Was there ever a longing Without its fulfillment? Is the bee ever drawn To a flower that has no nectar? Then why bang my head on walls? I have identified with the ‘doer’, When all I am Is a vessel waiting to be emptied. I am so full of myself, Pictures, expectations, even the longings— What remains if I surrender it all? True surrender is an act of grace. In letting go I am already filled. In giving up control Every dream I have ever had Finds its home. So hard yet so easy, It takes a million years to realize That it only takes an instant. I’ve hit bottom in the bottomless pit of desire. I am ready for you now, Beloved Friend! |