About three years ago I dedicated myself to surrender. My recurring prayer became, please show me what is available in surrender, and beyond my identity. My report is this paid off, big time. I found that as identification subsides, what is here, is simply what is here, and without the obsession to evaluate it, there is complete, unqualified, contentment. The one who would want, is quiet, and miracle of miracles, I find that I already have e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g I want. Not that identity never reasserts itself; so far, it does. Maybe I'll be done with that one day. Who knows? Who cares?
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