35. Surrender


There was a time

When I surrendered out of fear,

But that surrender only made me feel

How useless, hopeless, worthless

I was.

But now I surrender to whom?

To the real in me,

To the Supreme in me,

To the Inner Pilot in me,

To the divine Lover


To the divine Beloved in me.

Now my surrender is not imposed.

Now my surrender is my expansion.

Now my surrender is the song

Of self-illumination,




In me. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Dedication-Drops, Agni Press, 1976
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