In this surrender, I offer death to your self-imposed boundaries as naturally as a molting snake sheds its constricting limitations.

In this surrender, die to old patterns and belief systems that no longer serve the perfection of your becoming.

In this surrender, my hungry soil consumes all that is not needed on your journey, all that does not reveal the fullest expression of your divinity.

In this surrender, let my charged ethers burn off your dross in the fire of alchemical transmutation that creates a more resplendently refined condition of your spirit.

In this surrender, ever more unified with the light, I offer the velvet-soft enclave of release and the natural balm of forgiveness within the sacred realm of death and transformation.

In this surrender, find lyrical melding as an instrument of divine wisdom, embracing the gift’s of death without dying.

In this surrender, Let go Yield to the pattern of perfection, freed from the bondage of control’s illusion.

In this surrender, I am the acolyte of the underworld who gives voice to the gifts of your unexpressed aspects.

In this surrender, like moss, I am the life, transformation, and insight that grows out of death.

In this surrender, through death and transformation, receive my most precious gift– the revelation and flowering of the true garden of self.