Tipping Point
Tipping Point Dispite having to rise four times, the night passed quickly in restful sleep. Morning prayers have brought me to this tipping point. Frightened ego-me has been loved to this zero point now. willing, almost, to let go with ease. This false self has finally acknowledged its contrived claim on my me-ness. Oh Holy Creator, You alone exist; You alone are Life, including this present moment me. Shams leaps, singing out in ecstasy, "To Thee alone, do i give sacred surrender." Sign in to see full entry.