The monster, the culprit, the accomplice to malaise and stark poetic disparity is surrender. Ironically, surrender is also the remedy. All the walls come crumbling down, past loves and connections remembered, words left unsaid forgotten, deeds undone absolved and your heart comes bursting forth and breaks free like a baby bluebird from its shell.
Here I am!
This is me.
I am raw, vulnerable to the whimsy of mysterious connection and the erratic pulse of a chaotic universe. When I realize this, all the sudden loneliness is replaced by this powerful personal proclamation:
"All I am is everything you see—all these tears, these sins, this great love. It's all apart of me. I exist as I am, and that is enough."