Surrender has already happened.
"You" did not do it.
Before your first breath,
this enormous invisible flower
was blossoming, releasing
the miraculous pollen
of ordinary
things.
Just enjoy the fragrance.
Stop worrying about
"who"
surrenders, "who" fell
into this bottomless
ageless cup of sweetness.
Still falling, still falling
in every direction at once.
If Truth could be expressed
in words, in thoughts,
the earth would not be filled
with willows, herons, mist,
distant mountains,
the glory of dust.
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