i love
moments
of not trying
of surrender
of perfect flow
i used to think
that these
rare moments
are only given
and that we
have no way
of creating them
for ourselves
that they are bestowed
in unpredictable and infrequent
moments of epiphany and insight
and that we
are powerless
to call them
upon ourselves
but i’m finding
that these moments
of alignment and ease
can become less arcane
if we choose
to surrender
more often
than not
most people
think of
surrendering
as a passive thing
that takes place post all active things
something that is done upon reaching the end
something that is done upon resignation
something that is
done
upon
a retired actor
after retired actions
but less often
is surrender
understood
as something
to do
per choice
but i’m finding
that for most of us
our most comfortable state
is one of faux power
and fake control
we are told
to take the reins
to guide things
make things
force things
so we strategize
we scheme
and plan
a lot
we feel comfy
with our gossamer reins
sitting atop our hobby horses
until the trying
becomes too trying
and unbearable to bear
then we fall apart
then we fall down
then we fall in
some line
where
more often
than not
we find
a flow
an ease
a rhythm
but we don’t
have to wait
for our downfall
while still standing tall
we can decide
in an active state
to rest
to allow
to surrender
to—
and this
active allowance
this is where
we become
the instrument of the music
the words of the lyrics
the voice of the song
via sarah masare
storyandmuse.com