I had written another poem a few years back and I am surprised I had the "awareness" in me at the time for this type of understanding. Perhaps the words come first and followed by a long period of fermentation and finally fruition:
Surrender to the Mystery
of what is called life.
It's really not yours to experience
Anyway.
Observe from a distance.
Surrender your will even,
It will happen with or without your consent.
Good things will happen, because they do.
Bad things happen too!
Who am I? Is the question we should all ask.
On any given moment or thought.
Who is the seer of all that?
Where does the observer reside?
To whom does it happen?
Surrender to the mystery of you.
The words are more powerful now that I have experienced them as well. The questions are still valid. Mark Nepo describes this delicate and confounding "way" of the "monkey" mind: "We tend to make the thing in the way the way."
I had made anxiety and fear my "way" forward. It seemed to be the key ingredient to work with while creating a path. What foolery. And wasted energy. This mind kept me engaged in an endless battle of what ifs and might happen scenarios.
Awareness of this stops the endless cyle and the stars open up in the night sky to been seen for what they are.
Stars.
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