On Its Own

On its own: 

surrendering is a theme I seem to revisit fairly often, drawn to it really, perhaps in a wish to offer some sort of lyrical explanation to a process that happens completely on its own and yet one I mostly take credit for, as if surrendering was a willful act that could somehow be controlled. The truth, as I see it at least, is that life itself is in a constant state of letting go, everything immediately surrendered even as it comes to my notice for the very first time. It's the impermanent nature of reality for my full display, as well as the Buddha's insight that my suffering is tied to the refusal of allowing myself luxury of this truth, caused by clinging to a static view of an ever shifting world. 

surrendering happens completely on its own.

all of nature demonstrates this fact continuously, perhaps none so more vividly than a caterpillar's transformation of its form to show itself as butterfly, a surrender of familiar  ground to a new life of wing and flight, letting go of all it ever knew before to obey an inner urge of change. There's no willful act here, only an intent innate to very essence of life, motion, surrendering in faith to however things will be. The insight is that the caterpillar is transformed by motion, at no point by decision of its own, by nature already in essence a creature born to flight. 

so what is my surrender?

and with this too, whatever my life will come to be, it will happen completely on its own - for even my every choice made is a response to life's motion, that I am fully part of this shifting world and hold myself to no illusions. Everything I hold to now will eventually be no more, already let go really, shifting even as I still wish to hold them dear. My life is continuously surrendered and it's this change that I respond to, my own transformation being constant, and with no cocoon offered between the ground and flight, there is only the present moment of a new becoming. 

my surrender happens completely on its own. 

~

Peace, Eric