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Surrender

When we surrender ourselves fully to something or somebody, be it god, human or a cause, it becomes quite difficult to tear ourselves from it. It is like a baby tearing itself from the womb of its mother, resulting in rupturing and bleeding of the womb wall. But does that surrender also make us blind to the outside world? Does the process of pulling ourselves away give birth to a new vision, life?

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  1. when life seems hopeless, more often after a long ego-trip, surrender is the only choice to begin a new birth ... if at all, one would become immune to all that hurts in the world at large! its rather essential to become blind & deaf to the world outside, to 'see & hear' the abundance inside. That's the real surrender ... to the immense energy & intelligence that comes from observing one's own voices & thoughts, the observer him/herself ...
    Surrender to a person, cause or concept without awakening of awareness might as well be another ego-trip ... that's when it becomes difficult, painful, et al.

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