Dark Moon Surrender

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Deep in the dark of the moon before our world quakes with change, we occupy a curious confounding space. It will not answer our constant questions or petitions for mercy and grace. It ignores our demands and discomfort. It offers little beyond its balming void. It is without boundaries, an unknowable abyss that asks only for our surrender.

For recovering control freaks like all of us, that is no small request. In a world that demands our diligent organisation and constant increments, doing nothing about everything is counter intuitive. It flies in the face of all we think we know and makes a mockery of our commitment to it.

And yet its soothing tempts us. Surrender is the delight of no longer swimming upstream. It is the deep exhale of floating and drifting where we may. It frees our busy minds, left to wander where they will. Surrender is the peace we seek disguised by the war for control in our heads.

Submit to this mysterious tide and permit it to claim you as its creature. Let its waters wash over you and baptise what may come. The rollercoaster will be back soon enough asking for your ticket to ride. But just for now and for this long dark night, drift in peace.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2019