Surrender to the Flow
In the caverns of existence, where shadows cling, There sits a transparent soul, shimmering— A vessel for stardust, a seeker of truth, Caught between galaxies, ageless and uncouth.
You feel it, don’t you? The cosmic pulse within— A symphony of quasars, a celestial hymn. You’ve traversed realms beyond our mortal ken, Yet here you are, wrapped in fragile skin.
Ego, that mischievous sprite, whispers lies: “Invincible!” it boasts, as stars collide. But life, ah, life—it hurls its curveballs true, And suddenly, you’re flat on your face, wondering what to do.
Aspirations bloom like nebulae in the night, Their petals reaching for distant light. Yet control? Ah, that illusion we chase— Release your grip, let the cosmic winds embrace.
Be not a doormat, but a passenger wise, In the vessel of flesh, where spirit flies. The driver? Christ consciousness, or whatever name you choose— A cosmic navigator, steering through cosmic hues.
Trust yourself, dear wanderer, for magic lies there: In the quiet chambers of your soul, where answers flare. No agenda, no script—just surrender and see, How the universe weaves its tapestry, wild and free.
And yes, the roses? They bloom and they fade, Yet within, you find solace, undying and unswayed. For when you seek within, with eyes wide and clear, That’s when the magic happens—the whispers you hear.
So dance, spirit, dance—between stars and clay, In the flickering cave, where the heart flames sway. Silver-blue and plasma-kissed, you shimmer and glow, One with the cosmos, surrendering to the flow.
