Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Surrender

In that moment of surrender when power is no more,
there lies the hidden treasures of defeat,
wherein the Self is supplicant to Soul's eternal cause;
and transformation holds the floor, discreet.

To know that one is powerless and nothing can be done,
that greater forces are at work within,
then comes the call acceptance, with no place left to run;
obeisance is the answer that's now given.

For when we do resist, we breed resistance in return,
at loggerheads the forces will endure,
and only in the softening can grace then slowly burn,
and fires of acquiescence render pure.


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