Fallen

 

Now is the time to be fallen and dissolve like snow. Now is the time to collapse on the wings of gravity. It's perfectly acceptable to sink, let go, be scattered by the careless hand of the sower. Fall from my hand into Me. You are held. It was precisely your attempt to elevate yourself - to ascend, to triumph, to surmount – that exhausted you, that brought you to this trough in the light, this furrow in my loam. Here is your work now: strip off your husk and be the naked hollow. Abandon the quest. Surrender. Only when you drop into your withering, will you be born like a new Sun from the very darkness you embrace. Believe me, there is no other way to get through this miracle.

Image by Susan Sedon-Boulet