Gentlest of Surrenders

This is the gentlest of surrenders.

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With this surrender, you do not “rage against the dying of the light”.¹

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With this surrender, you cautiously explore your most tender hollows.

Your thoughts, like tendrils, caress their borders.

And then – softly, gently – together, you descend hand-in-hand

to the silent pool.

Still clasping your hand,

Tenderness dips her distal toe into the waiting depths.

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Now, tenderness takes the lead.

She guides you into the still waters,

Where now . . . fully immersed . . .

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You can finally breathe.

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 _{¹ Dylan Thomas. Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night.}