Chitra masks its own identity in redemption, to slowly dispel rain from the Gods. We are ambivalent in our own graces, to reach steadfast speed toward Jeyestha.  The Gods are temporal in ability, reading the thunder amongst us. Benefit is our last resort into haughty disposition. Tranquility angers our redemption, offers little to our kingship to Brahma.  Disease grants restoration to the nodes, and fights recklessly for trinity.  Let the softness speak sorrow, and the hunger rest on our shoulders to dispel enertia. Relax and let there be just cause for all our surrender…

Surrender, my dear, with a cause just or unjust is bargaining, negotiation and smacks of strategy and some might say a personal agenda on the part of the surrenderer! It becomes blemished goods, but still is better than no surrender. True (and only) surrender is aimless, objectiveless, unconditional, all or none, and is really a 'merger' with ALL THAT IS!

Love, Light, Surrender,