Breathing into this metamorphosis

_ It’s kind of an oxymoron to say
  I’m settling into
    the rhythms of this birthing,
   these alternating
    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
              “nobody knows”
                 not even the All-knowing.           
                 
                 There is a current of mystery
               and improvisation
             built into this game
           that seems to uproot  anything
         planted with permanence in mind
       I can plant with hope
    and Imaginate,
  holding any newly forming assumptions
lightly…

Trusting the impulse 
  to evolve
   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.

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