Just as the sunflower surrenders to the sun, nurtured by its golden embrace; just as lips yield to a kiss, touching the heavens of the mouth and heart; or like a letter destined for awaited eyes, the boat surrenders to the ocean, letting itself be carried by the whims of the wind and tides. Unspoken words find their path and way to confess, to say that tomorrow is a certain risk worth investing in the sweetness of meeting, in the warmth of plans, in the sum of togetherness.

Surrender is this: the ringing of bells, butterflies in the stomach, a face lost in thought, a visit to Neverland. Every surrender requires two and one. Two who dive in; two who meet. One who falls in love, another who is enchanted. And tomorrow is a promise of an answer. For one must surrender to the question as if already knowing beyond, within, and afar. One must plant the seed in the earth that will bloom into a flower to adorn our smiles. Because surrender is this: crying without reservations, turning into a stream to nourish seeds. Non-resistance of what one has and what one is, to know what one is, who one is, who they are.

Surrender is being on both sides of the bridge, even if on the other side we find different scents and garments. Reverence; an embrace without fear, a touch without hesitation, gazes that make the other their time and home. Throwing oneself from the heights into my comforting embrace. It is also a celebration where fear only sneaks in. Giving. And giving what one has, can be giving oneself entirely. It can be enough. Because every surrender is whole. Every surrender is poetry. The sun surrenders to the sky completely, even if clouds cover it. And the gray will pass. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer