Surrender

Waves don’t arrive at a shoreline.
And ask permission.
To rise into glory
And take a final bow
Before they merge into the infinite ocean that they were always part of

Waves do not obey anybody
And they laugh wholeheartedly
At anybody who tries to control them

They come without an intention to be something
But with courage
The brave as fuck willingness to be honest and exposed
And fully surrendered to whatever authentic expression heaven wants to pour through them.

Painting this painting has been a profound reminder.
I’ve what it is to give everything, withholding nothing
To take my foot off the brakes
Lift my hands from the steering wheel
Leave everything I know behind
And let myself open as wide, and as high and as deep as God wants me to.

This is a chance for me to be one with the infinite ocean
To turn in all of my desires to control and be inspired , as the sea laughs.

Every brushstroke turned to flow,
every color to motion.
With this painting.
Control cracked open my heart—
and what poured out was life itself.

I learned again
that the ocean never asks for permission.
It gathers. It swells. It lifts into majesty. It renews.
It is honest in the way I love to be.

Perhaps this is painting everybody
body when they remember
we cannot hold back our own becoming.
This moment is our moment of glory before we return to the source.
This is the moment when beauty and honesty are the same thing.

To surrender
is not to lose control—
it is to laugh and realize
the wave of life was never mine to steer.

So with this painting, and this breath
I lay down the brush
and let the tide paint me back
into wholeness.