It’s how I imagine it might feel:
To shed one’s skin…
Agitate.
Loosen.
Slither.
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A pattern that at first, can’t be perceived as anything other than an oddity
Even by the witnesser
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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,
