That I'm Surrendered

That I'm surrendered;

to whatever life brings me, and wherever I find myself to be - it's to this that I'm surrendered, not a willful action of my own, but simply the process of true living, that I'm never quite the one believed to be in charge. This is a life of greater intention, ones not entirely of my own, although they too belong. It's allowing myself to be lived, expressed exactly as life has made me, sure of my own unique purpose and point of being here, awake, and aware. 

it's to this that I'm surrendered.

this isn't something arrived to, not a practice that I've adopted for an easier way of life - it's how things are, now, and always. It's just life, recognized as my own existence, that I'm not a separate event from it all, but a natural expression of being alive, complex, yes, yet with the same simplicity of a flower too, nurtured by sun, rain, roots deep in earth. There's nothing but life, nothing apart from this moment and all that it delivers, unfolding with its own intent. I belong to all of this, no aspect of life escapes me, and in no way am I removed from a single point of this expression. I'm simply alive, surrendered to life, to my own grace and belonging, without need for things to be other, yet knowing too that everything will change, indeed, changing even now.  

to be surrendered, is knowing that I belong.

it's just the recognition of my aliveness, only this, and that I'm a process, an event expressed through a moment seen as the course of time, seen briefly as this appearance. It's false to even claim that I'm alive, as implies in subtle fashion to a degree of separation that simply isn't here. There's only a singular aliveness, life, and the infinite ways of it's expression. 

that I'm surrendered, my own letting go, it's how this moment is, 

another of the infinite ways,

that life happens. 

~

Peace, Eric