Surrender. A Poem

https://geolatinas.org/nn691rh2eb Surrender. I know it is time.
Is there a choice?
What would that choice be, if not surrender?

https://www.elevators.com/jib49w3 Already I am on the ground
arms splayed on the solid earth that holds me,
a spinning world, this ride I’m on,
riding for life.

https://www.mbtn.net/?p=t745c9j5 High on the mountain
the view is wide,
beautiful.
Head-in-the clouds rapture.
Yet, in a time of blindness
one misstep can prove fatal.

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Put your faith in the ground.
From this vantage one can fall repeatedly
and continue to get up,
no harm.

https://guelph-real-estate.ca/ngh63t8whml The be of life
for a time such as this
not the do of life.

Buy Cheap Tramadol Online Uk When taking the first next step requires
the patience of a saint (and there are no saints in sight)
when even that first next step
towards that which is most desired
demands my intellect and will,
and those have been annihilated

click This is the “night of non-being”
a phrase wordsmithed by Parker Palmer
who speaks of the black of depression
as only one can
from experience.

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The tighter I hold the secret
the deeper the exhaustion,
and the deeper the exhaustion
the more I feed the beast of annihilation

click here surrender the secret
and speak the truth

https://danivoiceovers.com/9xpiou645z speak the truth
and cling to the earth

https://www.yolascafe.com/r6k9u6z for to survive
in the clutches of hard places,
where darkness hides all details in shroud
where will loses all sense of direction
where intellect refuses to awaken and
feelings shift-change into nothingness

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a flicker of light in the depths of dark
and a howl now hushed, though echoes still pervade.

https://mocicc.org/agricultura/s5ep1ff3ym Light of hope.
Echo of recognition.

https://dcinematools.com/46wg0gnm4 The soul holds on and
the ground supports

go to link for it is this that allows the dark its full expression.

https://www.marineetstamp.com/yfs6qrd1t Palmer asks can you see
depression
not as an enemy determined to destroy
but as a friend,
–yes,
a friend, sigh–
a friend pressing you to this one small square of ground
where it is safe to land. sprawl. crawl. stand.

enter site For it is in the standing within oneself,
the turning within
that one finds truth
and learns to hear the whispers of saving grace.

Palmer names this familiar
this time as

‘full body immersion’
and I think
yes,
full body immersion, a baptism in the darkest of wells

and then as

‘full body expression’
and I think
yes,
full body expression, a closing tight and pulling in
so that
–eventually–
an opening is made ready

to the wonder,
to the mystery of the silence,
to the awe.

I stand in the awe,
in the essence of the sacred.

I surrender to the tension of light and dark
until I can bear the duality,
accept the duality,
embrace the duality

of the ongoing journey.

 

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This writing was inspired by this podcast:

On Being with Krista Tippett | Parker Palmer  (On The Soul In Depression)
http://www.podbean.com/media/share/dir-a6nig-fb8db1