Like you, I built my castle at the shore, Innocent of worldly wash and salt.
Parental splashes shaped turret and door. Securing love demanded I’d no fault.
Community of selves inside the gate, Some in favour, others disapproved.
The deepest keep, unwanted aspects’ fate. Sentries’ footsteps pacing ramparts’ grooves.
Spiritual progress involves movement toward surrender or letting go, and this corresponds to a shift in the view of self: from being a separate agent to being an inseparable aspect of a unitary process. With that recognition, it becomes clear that security, certainty and control don’t exist and never did. We may feel anxiety as a product of moving into vulnerability and openness, while still carrying a sense of separateness.
Whether we call it Life, the universe, reality or God’s will, there is a whole of which we are a part. As a part, we can’t bend the whole to our will. You have never been secure. No one has ever been secure. Now we can admit it.