Surrender

What direction does surrender come from?

Does it rain down from above or wallow up from the lava underfoot?

The soul is like a grape.
That dark purple skin,
maybe bitter and weathered.
But that sweetness within.

I just can't seem to get it right. I was just a little bit loved by someone who kissed me as she walked past but it sort of infuriated me. Whenever I Iook in one direction, another one jags me and snares my libidio. As I sit with passion, passion gives me a kiss I could have done without.

I always think of very old people that look very young.
I love the thought of wisdom that pisses
on itself
to polish itself.

But to surrender, I think that sweet meat of the grape
is kind of between the lines of the stave.
You surrender to what you love, right? It becomes greater than you, sort of overtakes you and you just ride it?
Even still, we have to stay in the stave to think along those lines.
It was a soul stirring, but its gone.

More to the point, like the wind, its just whatever moves you. To hell with whatever else.

I guess we all want to control it, tell it when to show up, diarise and tin-wire the sway of meadows.

But the word that arrives and kind of stops it all, off key in a way that's hard to explain.
Its vast. Sort of expanding from the middle, we help it grow a little but it will never visit us when we snap our fingers.

I like it. Better than wine.

Re: Surrender

Lovely piece. I could feel the surrender in me just reading it. Like taking a journey that I have never been down before but know the path, instinctively, by heart!

Thank you.

Re: Surrender

damn i was feeling this… funny it only got a single response.. yall need to quit sleeping —this was jive hunky dorey..  “lava underfoot” yes, yes…  i really dug this.. raise the white flag
astericks like muthaf—–{modesty}

Re: Surrender

Very Hafiz, this.


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