Many come to us. With fists clenched. And breath tight. Holding. Holding. Holding. To a vision. Of life. Whispered to them through blood and knowing. Of how it all should be. For them. To be worthy. Of the secret wishes. That live far below. Beyond.
They come to us. With rules. And ways. Carved deep. As if. By giving over to a map of others making. They will have the security they were promised.
They grip. The air. The memories. The legacy lost. With all that they have. They arrive. With tired eyes. And an angry heart. Because the expectations woven into their being. Have become heavier. Than can be carried.
The fire may be a tool of creation. But it is not under our control. It lives and breathes and dances. It wills. As it needs. Life. The same.
The mystery will always be what it is. We will be given. Glimpses of wonder. Peaks into the evers. And still. A mystery will remain.
Yet. Nothing is lost. You are here. We are with you. The fire burns. And freedom is still to be had.
This is a song of surrender. An invocation. Of the mystery. It is here. We can set down the stories. And see the truth.
The surrender is simple. If you are willing. To no longer pretend. That the end is knowable. That the path is made. That the answers are right.
Surrender is coming to what is. Rather than what ought to be.
Know. This is not a cry to acquiesce to pain. Or injustice. Rather. This is a moment. To stop pretending. That what is, is not. And what will be is already made.
This is a moment. To say. I don’t know. With the fire of your being. And to see. See. See. How the foundation. You stand upon. Shifts. Deepens. Solidifies.
Ask youSelf. What is supposed to be that is not? What should become but it won’t? And instead. Of searching for an answer. Or a way. Say. Simply. I don’t know.
What are the questions that plague you? The ones attached by prickers and burrs. What if the answer was that you do not know? Answer. And see what happens.
There is so much more to be seen. When you surrender the vision of how it should be. To see the truth of all that is. You will never hear our song. If you are convinced that we are not real. With love and fire~ The Sirens {the song will continue to be sung in small ways throughout the day. Fine it on Facebook, Instagram or over text. To receive the texts, text “hello to +1 (828) 202-8168 }