Where I'm Surrendered

Where I'm surrendered:

to the point where I'm surrendered - and this is not my letting go, but life itself through every moment, that I am always current to what's now presented. The past has no true hold on me, not in any sense that isn't remembered, a story recalled from a life that's passed. It's not that I only reside within the present moment, I'm not a Zen master after all, it's just that this moment is all there is, and there is no choice but to be present in all it offers. 

so life takes me to the point where I'm surrendered, some seamless edge where it's all let go and something new arises. It's continuous, and only memories and beliefs keep me occupied with who I used to be. My truth is always in the present moment. 

my truth is always change.

nothing seeks surrender, all real change is without effort, being just the way that life unfolds, mysterious and with a grace that's simply given. No seed seeks to flower, there's only the trust of nature to unfold in certain ways to allow this change to be. Every aspect of the seed is surrendered to a current asking, that now is the time to soften to a water's touch, to then part in a reach to anchor to the ground. It's a constant letting go, and yet at once a new becoming. 

only the identity of a seed is ever lost.

eventually a flowers time has come, and even this is brief in bloom - there is a point where petals too are surrendered to air, carried back to earth as a start to something new. It's all a continuation of some sort, life always letting go in order to become. Of course I'll mourn my own time of briefly blooming, even as I'm given back to air and earth, and become something beyond my understanding. But nature doesn't cling, it's always current in the true sense of moving on. 

it's to this point where I'm surrendered.

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Peace, Eric