The Path to Surrender by Robin Mastro
I have been lulled into a deep sleep and awaken to the sound of drums beating. The rhythm is unfamiliar, yet beckons me. I feel it vibrating up my legs, compelling me to listen and move to its beat. It calls me to action, but I have been blinded for so long by ways of being that no longer serve me and I walk between two worlds. The fear of letting go is palpable. It moves through my body in waves that ebb and flow. I stiffen with pain and hesitation, my mind racing to make sense of unfamiliar territory, looking for ways to find higher ground. In a moment of clarity, I am reminded to focus upon what is true to my heart as I let go and step into thin air.
What is there left to understand when the mind cannot explain its way out of a crazy world, when even the experts have lost their legacy. I have relied upon my mind to make sense of the illusion for too long. It has played its role as observer, reporter, critic, tormentor, storyteller, martyr and victim. It has taught me to crave and compete, be acceptable and accept less than I knew of my worth. It has showed me the pain of shame and duality, distrust, loneliness and alienation. I have seen myself through eyes of women and men alike, and I have forgotten to dance at the edge of the fire.
I am reminded of love that lies deep within me, breathing words of faith and surrender into my heart. Wake up, let go, remember Spirit and the tenacity of the soul. You are here to walk your own path least taken, one of courage whose foundation is built in the fires of the temple. You have come this way before in flowing gowns, down darkened hallways to sacred sanctuaries carrying lighted candles and torches to do ceremony honoring the divine and the power of the feminine.
Wake up and let go, remember the blood pulsating through you moves through the hearts and veins and minds of women everywhere, uniting us in one voice, one of peace, love and purpose. We are not the doers of the world, but the bearers of a potent force. Through us is birthed our future dream, one of change and healing more powerful than any weapon, or fear, or lie, or belief we’ve ever accepted as truth. We have all come to these crossroads where fear has left us tired and craving solace. We can no longer hope and wish for the old ways to return. They have been taken from us forever. Now, we are stronger than ever before and we can surrender to the inner voice. It won’t lead you astray. Just listen.
I lie on a bed of sweet smelling roses and dream and pray for this time to awaken in the hearts of women and men alike: A time when our collective dreaming manifests as one voice, a time when we see clearly with wisdom and knowing, a time when the rightness of our choices bring goodness and truth. We are powerful beyond measure. If we listen we will all hear the sound of drums beating, awakening us to the future that is here, waiting.
