Cramming my head into the
Rotted out trunk of a tree
Trying to rid the skin
Still attached to my bones
Shedding flesh
Stopping midstream
Hanging onto the past instead of
Surrendering to new blood, new life
What stops me?
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 autonomous, more alone
Don’t know how or where - yet
Emerging continues in process
My head crashing through the waves
Trying to enter the bliss of
Oneness once again
Without leaving the merge
Between me and Goddess
Between Spirit and Self
Emerging hanging onto the
Old me and entering the new me
Frightening and scary
Is this purgatory amongst the living?
Limbo, on hold, muted and
Soundless though I want to speak
Loudly and forcefully once again?
Maybe in this emergent Self, I am
Becoming is quieter, kinder
Less busy, more still
I don’t know her well yet
Who are you, new Self?
Me?
Why I am the calm between the storms
I am the princess of peace and
The grounded bodhisattva
I am you who sits quietly under
The Magnolia tree
Looking up into her overarching
Branches, seeing hope and light
Me?
I am you, a different part of you
Who is content to be part of
The One
No longer needing the spotlight
So much of the time
Me?
I am your higher self
The tiny old shepherdess
Who gave you her staff
Who gave you the white Lamb
I am the one who trusts
Without anxiety or fear
The one who sees clearly, softly
Not challenging what is
But becoming more aligned with
What is
I am the elder who whispers
Into your ear, telling you to
Breathe, to relax
No need to worry or strain
No need to become
Consumed or obsessed
I am you
We are one
We are merging
Molting
Emerging
Altogether, all at once
Complete
At peace
Blessed
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