Surrender is Free
Oil on Canvas 80x100 cm

My angel has left me at last

But the noise persists

Choking echoes through cracks

Light seems shy by mist

I expected light, I waited for silence,

Waited for the truth to shine

But all I can see are shadows like bruises on my flesh

Or are they bruises like shadows I can’t guess?

My flesh is thick, my mind is thicker

I lost the sense of farther deep or inner

Should I accept this as truth? Should I surrender?

The light is not pure. It is always blundered

There is no acceptance

There is only Surrender.