Week 9 - Surrender unto this
This turning then, around and again. Everything on its head, the forever tumble of it. Something deep and vital gyroscopes loose. Crossing and recrossing.
I would love to end this, to finally settle and begin. To be home. With you. The us of it. The coil.
But there is something alone that lives in me. Some singularity that will not subside into We. Maybe it’s a good thing, serves some purpose, this Self of me. Unsurrendering. Maybe.
The pieces fall out of my hands. Always again. Everything is falling. Perfectly.
This turning then, around and again. Everything on its head, the forever tumble of it.
Something deep and vital gyroscopes loose. Crossing and recrossing.
I would love to end this, to finally settle and begin. To be home. With you. The us of it. The coil.
But there is something alone that lives in me. Some singularity that will not subside into We. Maybe it’s a good thing, serves some purpose, this Self of me. Unsurrendering. Maybe.
The pieces fall out of my hands. Always again. Everything is falling. Perfectly.