Together

At a certain point,

letting go

of everything

became the only real

option.

There was a

gentle surrender,

a resetting of parts

ready to work

together

in new ways —

a release of the

continuous

dialogue of mind

that would have

held me back.

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Whatever It Was

At a certain point,

the only real

option was to hold

the space within —

to retreat

in surrender

to the quiet prayer

of my heart —

not knowing

how or if

it would affect

anything else.

But it was the only

real option left —

again and again.

The landing became

softer

after a while.

And it didn’t seem

to matter so much

what met me

in that place.

Whatever it was

had to know

the sweetness

of that same

surrender.