September 6, 1995 (concluded)

though never perfect
surrender as best I can
no more no less asked

what is given up…
seeking, grasping, holding on
not being enough

wanting something else
not who I am, what I am
wherever I am

controlling others
dictating circumstances
playing director

letting feelings rule
fleeing from those I don’t like
chasing those I do

surfing the surface
afraid to enter inside
find out what is there

but a partial list
enough to paint the picture
of what needs to go

but for what reason…
another thing to let go
always a because

answers I have not
no payoffs am I promised
these too surrendered

to be where I am
in this one moment right now
who I am... enough

what must this be like…
no burdens no chains and such
sounds much like freedom