I lay down the backpack,
quit the journey to the far place.

I set aside the pick and shovel,
the coded treasure map.

I renounce the person I want to become,
abdicate mastery of my fate.
I rest my fears, desires and intentions.

Even the angel within me,
wings tightly wrapped, rests.

Already a holy vessel,
I rest with the Presence I hold.
I rest in this:

You, I AM,

in me,


and I allowing.


   —September 19, 2017

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