Stepping Into the Gentle Surrender

 

𝒜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓈’ 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓈,

𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎

𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔.

𝐵𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈.

𝐵𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓎

𝐼 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 – 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔. 

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓏𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 

𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 – 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝐼 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝐼 𝒶𝒹𝓂𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇.

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What happens when we surrender to All That Is?

When we give up the battle – and the need to be right?

What happens when we leave behind the land of rightdoing and wrongdoing entirely?

What shifts when we get curious and begin asking questions?

When we look at our ancestors as travelers on their path – just as we are on ours?
And where might that perspective lead us?

What might we discover about ourselves that we never knew before?

When you become curious about their stories, when you listen, they will tell you…

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele