when faced with surrendering, it becomes
difficult, because control is passed over. seed and soil surrender to each
other, as does bark and branches. it seems empyreal, such as designed, with
skies submitting to rain.
true surrendering is a partnership. I
surrender to you, and you surrender to addressing what’s best … for all persons
concerned.
the mind is different, one may surrender
by design; negative grunts must be addressed, undergoing pressure, remote from
forcing submission.
Pilates becomes its body, nothing is
forced, through training a body, it joints, its muscles, began to submit. this
is a process.
there’s a difference in saying, Namaste,
and actually defining, namaste. its mechanics. its width. its understanding.
to learn, namaste, to master, namaste, one must surrender to the definition of
namaste. this is true of experts. if I come to you for assistance, I must
surrender to instruction, where it doesn’t prove harmful.
the bower in the garden submits to its
foundation, they have a system in place: the Carpenters to their mathematics;
the Cooks to their trainings. each atmosphere has surrendering as pivots of
operation.
some disputes one shies away from. it
seems acute pain to commandeer a person’s body. many channels are weaving and
wailing, many powers are concerned with an ideal: The ideal must outweigh
the persons, or the ideal must surrender to the persons, or the persons must
surrender to the harms of the ideal. it has proven to be an inferno, trying
to appease, being subjected to compromise, in a world proving itself as
imperfect. ideally, things are in order. ideally, citizens will see the order.
ideally, extenuating circumstances will not arise. ideally!
