Surrender comes easiest when I stare at the ceiling,
or maybe I should say it waits.
The event is quite mutual,
i am sure you feel this sense of continuation too.
The difference is really not so great,
i mean its more in the feeling,
finding the act of balance required on two legs.
Always here looking out over this vast space of the present,
like staring out over boundless galaxies.
Sitting atop the universe,
awash in this never ending history.
Continual, forever wondering.
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