It’s how I imagine it might feel:
To shed one’s skin…
Agitate.
Loosen.
Slither.
A pattern that at first, can’t be perceived as anything other than an oddity
Even by the witnesser
I lose my Self
By loosening my Self
And discover I was never what I thought I was!>
Again
And again
Once more comes the hour
That now familiar inner movement towards
The Source Spark
Inwards, always inwards
Another quickening
Offering Self to Self
Sadhana of light
My job: Witness the lila and allow the dance
And *slither* when it’s time
Old skin, shed
New skin revealed…
Much love,
