Deep Surrender

As the sun's rays break the horizon on this cool spring morning, I feel into these words - deep surrender. In this moment, what is this experience of surrender?

Surrender - it is deep rest, landing in this body on this earth that are not separate from each other, are not separate from the cool Spring wind blowing up from the valley floor, running down from the mountain tops.

Surrender any thought that says I am separate from the Sun.

Surrender any energetic weaving of protection.

Surrender the imagined future and the mis-remembered past.

Deep surrender, quiet relief, awe and wonder at the mottled gray of the sky before the storm comes.

Mystery of creation - something from nothing and back again. Emptiness plays as form, form rests as emptiness.

The Sun breaks through the clouds warming my heart. This, this is who you are.  Who you have always been. The towering trees shake their arms in celebration.

How is this ever doubted? Forgotten, ignored? How does suffering arise from pure light? How is this game of hide and seek played?

A cloud moves through the sky covering the sun for a moment and my eyes feel heavy, turn away, collapse into a dream, a nightmare, a trance of someoneness, of cloud separate from the sun it seems to cover.

The Sun speaks. I am the clouds, I am starlight. The night sky can never not know my name. I am here in every blade of grass, every heartbreak, every bird song. I am the clouds and the breeze that blows them through the sky. I am the tea you drink and the warm cup that holds it. I am the hand that writes these words. The eyes that see them and the heart that feels them.  Creating and receiving, arising and dissolving. There is nothing that I am not.

You may turn away. Hide your eyes shield your eyes play hide-and-seek over and over and over. I am not touched. I am always, in always.