The Box of Demarcate

Something so fragile that changes shape when water touches it. The absorbed water can be released by air and when it burns, warm memories appear. As it decays in the soil, an alchemical substance is welcomed back to its home.

My brown paper box is more than what it holds inside.

My tears act like that of salty glue stamped on the sharp edges of an envelope.

Who is it that I thought I was?

I squeeze and tap the sides.

My frustration reveals itself with negative words flowing out of my mouth to my box.

“I think I want to burn it; Will I feel warm inside after?”

If I burn the box, will I be released or am I to be faint-hearted.

My heart opens as I receive my brown paper box.

I hear, “Do not rescind your words.”

I remembered how much strength I had when I received this box.

On that day, I surrendered:

If I am to open the lid, I will release what no longer serves me.

If I am to keep it shut, the universe receives what I have let go.

“What control do I want in my life when I have free will?”

I extend my journey when I allow what is no longer serving me, to control me.

If I let the universe receive my brown box, I won’t miss what is meant for me.

Once more, the tips of my fingers remind me of my promise, as I touch the tear-stamped lid.

I hear to surrender what I think I know, in return, the universe asks that I keep the box sealed.

The box of demarcate is a gift that I did not ask for, but what I needed in the time I received it.

I was brought to my knees, with the only thing I had left in me, surrender.

My thoughts, endless with despair, only to be met with the words have faith.

My eyes swelled up with tears at the cold, tightening in my chest.

The box of demarcate is a gift, separating the truth from the lies we tell ourselves in these moments. I continue to hold with the faith that my surrendering will release what no longer serves me.

I release what I cannot control, and I trust in the guidance that I receive.

I receive trust in my brown box.

I release my thoughts with the outcome to be unknown.

I receive solutions from high above, and so below is my own self.

I release contradictions that limit self-belief.

I receive abundance in the form of the understanding of divine timing.

I release what no longer serves me with this life.

I receive infinite wisdom and my life purpose.

The box of demarcate holds my low, so I remain elevated, trusting that I am to receive what is meant for me, all good news.

The true test is if I am willing to open that box again when I lose faith. If I burn the brown box, I still have control. If I mark on the brown box, I still have control.

I look at my brown paper box, a gift, that can be seen as a box of burden or box of treasure.

I must ask myself, “Which do I believe? How can I receive a gift just to give it away? This gift of surrendering to a brown paper box sounds illogical.”

But so does a brown box. Something less delicate than water and as resilient as the earth it comes from. Reminding me that love is as above me, I feel a warm wave of vitality in my release. The embers of my surrender, below me, in an orange glow of ash. I take a deep breath in and surrender with my deep breath out. I trust what is meant for me will not pass me by, a naïve lesson to learn with the box of demarcate.