Tell me how to stand vulnerable,
To not protect against the wind,
To be shaped and moulded and not control it,
Willingly gracing the condition I’m in.
Tell me how to listen freely,
Not worried about place, space, nor time.
Not preparing an answer, or saying its cancer,
But as an open space with growth to provide.
And tell me how to be frustrated,
In those times when nothing has worked.
Tell me how to keep it going,
When I don’t know where to go and hurt.
Tell me the card that trumps frustration
To carry in the deck for the terror time
Is it acceptance and can I accept it?
Being out of control, but humanly fine.
Every element of this earth
Is happily harmonious and out of control.
Where one had died another gives birth,
And perhaps then nothing has died there at all.
Tell me how I can surrender,
And feel secure without a hold,
A humble servant to the process,
To be on the path without the goal.
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