To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.
I have been known to rush headlong through my day getting caught up in every hiccup and inconsistency the world throws my way. On days like that, it feels as though I am fighting my way through life, each moment an epic battle to create form from the void.
Other days, I find a peace within. I float through the day addressing each thing that comes up as it arises, not anticipating, not mulling over what was…just in a state of recurrent now.
It’s on these later days that the universe surrenders…maybe because I have too.