Cramming my head into a the
rotted out stump of a tree
Hoping to tear off the skin still
attached to my bones
Shredding my old skin
stopping midstream
Hanging onto my past instead of
surrendering to new flesh and blood
What is holding me back?
I have loved the merge
between mother and child
between partners and friends
merging, immersed into
the Oneness of All
Now, I want to separate from
the merge into more freedom
more independence
more autonomy, more being alone
although I don’t know where I am going yet
So my emerging halts
Incomplete as my head
Crashes through the waves
While I try to enter the bliss of oneness
Beating my head, banging it against a wall
Without leaving the merge
Between me and goddess
between Spirit and Self
Emerging hanging onto old me
and entering new me
How uncomfortable, scary and sore
Maybe this new self I am still becoming is
Quieter, Kinder
Less Busy and still
I don’t know her well enough
Who are you, New Self?
Me?
I am the calm between storms
I am the princess of peace
I am a grounded bodhisattva
I am you who sits silently under
the magnolia tree
looking up into her overarching branches
seeing the hope and the light
Me?
I am you, a different part of you
Who is content to be a just a Part of
No longer needing the spotlight so often
Me?
I am your higher self, the little old woman
Shepherdess who gave you her staff
Who gave you the white, tiny lamb
Who gave you your child and yourself
I am the one who trusts without anxiety or fear
Not challenging but becoming more aligned
with What Is
I am the old lady who whispers in your ear
Who tells you to breathe, to relax and let go
No need to worry or strain
No need to become consumed, obsessive or bitter
I am you
We are One
We are merging, molting, and emerging
All together, all at once
Complete
At peace
Bliss
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