In the old world, weary and war-torn, faced with overwhelming odds,
and too weak to fight another day, the white flag is raised
in surrender and quiet ensues.
In the new world, still weary and war torn and with odds to bear,
the enemy’s unseen and there’s no flag to raise.
The action has shifted inward.
Surrender has moved from “giving-up” to “giving-in”,
the ‘victim” becoming “victor” in an act of ultimate trust,
as intuition, love-driven, finds fulfillment in the nature
of who we are, evolved beings,
composed of stardust,
with capacities to love, heal and create
like any god.
In the end, surrender’s the only weapon
in a world at war.

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