There Is a Surrender

There is a surrender awaiting me,
a path of descent
that grows quieter and quieter
the farther I go,

like a trail down a cliffside
that ends at a beautiful cave
only visible at low tide.

So much trusting has to take place,
which requires so much of me,
and also requires me to be willing
to do nothing at all
when it is not my work to do.

It feels almost impossible,
and there is no map -

but my soul knows the spaciousness of the cavern,
the sunlight bouncing off the tranquil water,
making bright patterns over the rough stone walls,
reflecting off crystals embedded in the rock,
dancing with light and life.

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Trust the path,
trust the descent
trust the tide
(a frightening prospect)
to not overwhelm me,

trust the destination,
unseen by my eyes
but glimpsed by my heart
as I stand in the wind,
listening.