Ah, but there’s no
help for it sometimes… Through difficult days, or challenging times, or
dark nights of the soul, the toll taken on our beings seems far greater
than anything we could ever possess or muster. Sometimes, sometimes there
is nothing to do but submit, to succumb - at least for that moment, though
it can feel like an eternity. We know we’re not omnipotent, that some things
are of course, bigger than us. For those who’ve never stumbled upon this
notion, the energy it takes just to recognize “The Last Straw” can be the
very last straw in and of itself. Yet submitting is not surrender - it’s
a momentary acceptance, a dispensing with all Illusion…
Whether it’s about having done our best to no seeming
avail, or that much still remains to attend to, sometimes “letting go”
is the bravest thing we can do for a time… For much can be born again,
new avenues open up… our vision can clear, and wounded pride heal once
we can acknowledge that the trial of acceptance is as necessary as all
other work.
~ Diamonds are wrought
in the darkest places…
The troubles of the
world can wait
since stepping out the door I’ve seen ~
Though nearly drawn beyond my might,
Inside’s the safest place I’ve been.
And here within for now remain
despite all paths and avenues ~
I’ve been outside but once today;
…it’s time Inside I’d rather use.
