All I’ve ever known is slipping from my grasp
Beneath it is a whisper…
Let go of that which is going

My hands and mind have been like magic wands
Creating all I’ve ever wanted
But magic doesn’t last

Ego-creations can glimmer fancy in moonlight
When no shadow is cast
But they decay in the sun

And so I’ll try something new, I give it up to God
Naked and scared, I ask
Where then am I going?

There is a whisper above it all. Surrender…
There is nowhere to go.
All is coming, Love.

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