Surrendering Differently
Desperate times call for evolved measures
Maybe the world has been getting so crazy, and we’ve been feeling so tired, because something has to change.
I am now noticing.
I can now hear and distance myself from the pattern of, “Good morning. Get stressed.”
My scared head playing its familiar song. Trying to tear me down with a comfortable beat.
The fear though, the pattern, being seen for what it is.
I’m stepping into bigger territory. A more truthful and alive life.
In flow with the universe, fueled by surrender.
Not every second or every time, but a switch is perception, in power, is happening.
My heart is making itself more known.
It is, in time and practice, becoming the leading force.
Surrender feels different now.
It feels expansive, connected, smart.
When I tap back into the knowing of my heart,
Surrender feels like life.
A magic rediscovered.
And me, along for the ride.
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