It is in the still that the battle is won.
In the silence.
When I surrender and you take over.
That is where victory happens.
Not in my striving but in my surrender.
When I come.
I lay down my weapons.
Allowing stillness to crash into me.
That is when you go to battle.
You tire not.
You strive not.
You win when I relinquish.
Opening my hands and letting all go.
It is in the still.