Looking in the mirror,
I see love.
It took a long time to get here.
So many years,
I could barely face that reflective surface,
troubled with what I saw.
So many deaths since.
The humblings of loss,
The humility of heartbreak,
Stripping away false pride.
The victories of dreams lived,
The defeat of dreams thwarted,
Life's balance forging character in the depths of soul.
The turning of tides,
The transitions of chapters,
Sweeping away details of who I was.
The winds of change,
Blowing through to transport me through dimensions,
Wittling away what was never solid at my core.
Fascades broken down,
Coming closer to heart.
Wiping off the smudges left,
Of shame & guilt over the past’s mistakes...
Illusions faded,
Disillusioned,
Distillation leaving only the timeless essence.
So many years,
I couldn't see,
Through the thick of shadows of conditioning.
I couldn't see the beauty,
Buried beneath ideas of who & what I should be.
Fast forwarding these lifetimes,
So many more grooves etched in the record of my soul,
It's music playing clearer...
Seeing not the same youthful cheer,
Yet dropping into compassion for the trials and sorrows...
Who I was,
Who I am,
This fluctuating agent of evolution incarnate...
That glimpse,
But a moment of a quantum wave...
Stripped of the stories of the past,
Being freed from pressures of who to become in the future...
No longer trying to be anyone or do anything,
Merely witnessing the expression of who I came to be...
Looking in the mirror,
I see me.
Those last verses are still ringing in my ears, like when we take a snail and listen to the sea inside it. I remember the first time I read you and part of that search was in your lyrics, in your art. It was as if the heart knew how to write in pencil, to speak in a song. But most especially, there was your confrontation with that "I" from the past that still lived in you and with which you had to reconcile. I think that in order to have gotten here, you had to live and be what you have been. Life does not write in a straight line. I embrace that other one in the mirror. Thank you infinitely, @rok-sivante
wow.
i am still trying to comprehend this line
"Illusions faded,
Disillusioned,
Distillation leaving only the timeless essence.
"
Self love and self care is very important! I am glad that you are finding a way to work through all of this.
🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕
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