The End of the Road
completing,
healing
each layer of self
becoming whole.
then
peeling off,
offering up,
surrendering,
each layer of self
like an onion.
and finally finding,
when it comes down to the end
empty space
it may fill with light
or dark
or myriad details
of everyday life
it doesn't matter what
fills it anymore
because
everything that fills it
is the divine
i swim in it
it swims in me
the borders of
the container that i call myself
are getting thinner and thinner
more permeable
until they seem so transparent
they are almost not-there
yet everything goes on as before:
the ego, functions within its proper place,
does what it does
has its issues and fears
joys and pastimes
curious quirks and remarkable sanities
all floating about or
sometimes rowing
within this awesome
mystery
the vestige of "I"
walks in dark knowing
-- June 2007
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