I strip my being
Layer by layer
Peeling it like an onion
While shedding a tear
Until i get to the pith—
A green sprout full of life
Layer by layer
Come off my fears
All my pretenses
Empty promises, and
Otiose contemplations
I’m getting closer
To the center,
Feeling it near
Feeling its buoyancy
Loud and clear:
No more fear
Just me and my dear
Heart
November, 2010
