knife through water

You.
We.
I have only ever seen part of it. We have all been shaking in fear and pretending we know so as to calm the shaking.
But we have only ever seen part.

 I can feel how I am wounded, individual. Mostly that.
But there is something else now as well. It is the reason we heal after we have been cut. The balm we apply is only more of the same light of what it is applied to.
         Flowingness. Light. Vibration. or Calling.
  This Song which is. This song is why we heal after we have been cut.

 Like a knife through water I was cut. In shroud, in darkness, in unconscious sleep. And after the knife passed, the flow went on, no pause, no hiccup.
  Just continuous singing.

  I can feel so sweetly the way of this wisdom. I can feel so effortlessly the ruthlessness of the gift of generation.
   And I do not surrender as a captured soldier.

I surrender as the boughs of the pines to the snow.