Surrender? Oooph. As part of her powerful grief work with Wild Heart and her Holy Lament Community, the luminous Mirabai Starr gave the writing prompt The Medicine of Surrender Is ____. My response is this poem, published today in the wonderful Vox Populi. Happy First Day of National Poetry Month!
The Medicine of Surrender
comes with no spoonful of sugar.
No promises, no back up plans,
no returns, no insurance.
The medicine of surrender
never tastes the way you expect,
never tastes the same next time,
seldom has the hoped for effect.
And if there were some part of you
that thought it might not be affected,
that thought it might hold back,
that part is most likely the first part
to be flooded with the relentless
truth of what is. Oh surrender.
The surest medicine that exists.
There are infinite side effects.
Wonder. Freedom. Rawness.
It’s like opening the dictionary
to the word heaven. Or obliteration.
And knowing it’s the same thing.
It’s like playing spin the bottle with life,
and you French kiss whatever you get.
It’s the only remedy that can help you
be whole. The only real medicine there is.