I’m settling into
the rhythms of this birthing,
expansions and contractions,
As long as I don’t focus on endpoints,
I can breathe into this metamorphosis.
Every day a new day,
Effortlessness might be my closest ally,
I just can’t hold onto this grace
I remind myself daily
the masters I do share company with
are forever gifting me
with the nugget
not even the All-knowing.
There is a current of mystery
built into this game
that seems to uproot anything
planted with permanence in mind
I can plant with hope
holding any newly forming assumptions
Trusting the impulse
that rises in me
like being on a ride
in a multidimensional theme park
with surprises at every turn.
This self that I am is being transformed.