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Becoming

Let go of Ego
 
Shake it out
 
Laugh it off
 
None of this is personal.
 
Clouds rush by,
a nearly fully moon
remains constant;
a rainbow in the sky
encircles this reflection of light.
 
Howl, howl, howl them away!
From the depths of the soul
and into the unknown
let those demons escape
from this earthly place;
layers melting away,
let the tears come forth;
grieve for the parts of yourself
that no longer serve growth.
 
The chipped cup
need not
hold onto its broken piece
hoping to reconvene,
but accepts that which
no longer serves existence
as a futile form of resistance
to experiencing
the perfection
of becoming.
 
Let it all rush by,
remain still.
Heal, my child.

(2014)

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