The flows and paradoxes of existence

There is a rhythmic pulsating dance between:
To Effort/Exert, To Relax
To Change, To Accept
To Influence, To be Influenced
To Oppose/Resist/Fight, To Merge/Surrender
To Convert, To be Converted
To Impress, To be Impressed upon
To Emerge, To Merge
To attract others to you, To be attracted to others
The anger/force of war, The cry/transformation of defeat
To condition the outside, To be conditioned by the outside
An instrument and power is given, the instrument and power is then withdrawn
These are like the waves rising and falling into the ocean.

The laws of existence are a paradox:
The lower you go willingly, the higher you rise.
The more you devote, the more you become worthy of devotion.
The more you surrender, the more powerful you become.
The more you accept and work with defeat, the greater the success that comes to you.
The more you resist, things persist, while total acceptance allows change.

The state of unconditional allowing

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I feel like I am not yet born,
I feel like an endless work in progress,
I feel like this life is like a dream in the birth waters.
I feel like I am ceaselessly being transformed.

All the experiences, of heaven and hell, pass through me.
Like a spherical mirror that travels everywhere and reflects everything,
But holds nothing, and stays ever-pure in its essence.

The only thing I have to do is to let everything pass through.
Let the winds efface the sand sculptures.
Let the water waves efface the sand castles.
Let me be done and undone by the flows of all elements.
Each of the various realms/worlds/planes,
Will give bodies and reabsorb bodies as their play.
I am the ultimate dis-identified witness, watching the play.
The colorless light of the Ajna.

In a state of unconditional allowing I am free.
Simply free to fully live.