Wow! You see me. 
I am Bright. Yellow. Alive, 
A life in the open field! 

And, oh, I see your mind scan for a binomial
Hah-hah! you don’t know 
what the books call me, do you? 
Or in the vernacular, I am 
Some variety of meadow flower
me-do-flares 
I do my flares that are:
Bright. Yellow. Alive.
I have a Life! 
 
Yes, I ensnared you 
all by my yellow self, 
wide open like the sun,
with a magnetic field to match,
night and day.

Magnetic field, 
hee-hee-hee,
I am so tickled I got you, too!
Just like I did that ballerina bee 
Who soared off as you approached, 
home bound; 
drunk with joy and nectar
drawn from deep down there, 
yes, down there, 
in my you-know-where, girl!

So, here’s my secret for you, 
since you took the bait when
I ensnared you with my yellow 
wide open self:

My name (just for you, right now) is Surrender.
Though I will take what others, 
or the books, 
call me. What do I care? I am Alive! 

For you, here and now,
call me Surrender.
That is the good I see in you. Now.

But tomorrow, 
if you should come back,
Surrender may not be here
But I will be here as myself,
Bright. Yellow. Alive.
 
If you ask me again for my name,
just like you did this moment,
I will tell you anew who I am.
Maybe even Surrender, 
again.

I hold a new name for each moment 
a new name for each creature 
that awakens a little,
while ensnared in my magnetic field.
Bright. Yellow. Frequency.

Yes, I am Bright. 
Yellow. 
Alive.
Surrender.
I have A life! 
I Resist nothing.
Alive!
		I AM