What happens when we surrender?

When we let the fear fly? What happens when we quit the fight and commit to ascention, to flight? What if all we need is acceptance and letting go? What if we ran away and prayed all day? What if we learned how to live fully in joy and love? What if we learned that life doesn't need to be about survival but surrender? What happened to the prophecy of the poor and meek? What about listening to one's wild beast of a body and one's universal star of a soul? Why are we working so damn hard to do it "right" and "well" when that action is a distraction from stillness, silence, and our pure consciousness? Let us be barefoot in the stream and woods. Let us splash in the lake and lie on the sand. Let us eat berries in the meadow and potatoes from the farm. Let us breathe with ease, with a soft belly, a light heart, and freedom.