I see myself living in a world that is whirling with activity, bursting with life, and constantly inviting me to join in. I feel like I am immersed in a living sea, from the magnificent trees to the tiniest of creatures floating on the moving air. There is no escaping the presence of life that envelops me and invites me in to join the flow of living energy. Why do I so often resist? Why do I feel such resistance from my companions as well?
There are so many times I resist to join in, to fling my whole self into the vast flow of living energy. I seem not to be alone in this reluctance. Sometimes I feel the swell of aliveness and I ride the swift current of living energy. I relax, I yield and I do not resist. Other times I resist the siren beckoning of a world that throbs with life and invites me to jump in.
To yield to life is to surrender to a world of deepening intimacy. To yield is for me to welcome things just as they are and no longer regard the world as something for me to like or dislike. Yielding means for me to give up any notion of a world as I want it to be and instead plunge into it just as it is.
It is a toxic notion that I can shape my world as I want it to be. Instead it is healing for me to yield to a world prepared to shape me. Resistance is against the grain of life, and yet I persist in holding back.
I am glad for the days when I can surrender to the flow, allow myself to experience the free fall. I am glad when I can make that my way of living, if only for a brief time. For me this becomes the path to deep intimacy, to the other shore, to emptiness. It is a way of great joy.