Unbecoming

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5/24/16

You will see, when the work is complete, the artists vision

Only when darkness fades away, can light reveal hidden secrets

Truths won’t hurt as much, and even now, its sting diminished-

time itself is not the healer

I have discovered

Masks won’t hide truth

Forever

When you see with eyes open inward,

the reflection of others living inside of you

A Great Truth is born

In that moment, we see one another

truly see

our lies are the same

And that truth makes me love you

Even if I don’t know you

Even if I don’t know myself

To become real,

painfully

beautifully

alive

somehow we must die

Taking our lies with us

It is this process of unbecoming everything, that we find ourselves.

I once thought I came to this desert to live. I believed I fell in love with the absolute freedom calling to me from the vastness ocean deep skies and the colorful wild spirit of the land.

In this place I believed my heart would soar with the eagles and I would become everything.

I came and cracked my heart open, offering grief, tears and pain to the rocks and dirt.

I walked the red earth confused and saddened

Not understanding that I came here to die

I arrived holding tightly the image of who I thought I was, who I thought I should be.

I arrived believing my purpose was to solidify and follow through with the agreements I made with my precious ego.

I am the Mother

I am the Dancer

I am the Pleaser

I am a Creator

I am the Writer

The Poet

The Story Teller

I am the Wife, Sister, Daughter.

I am I am I am

I will not allow my youth to escape, although every day I am reminded that all things transform.

Tears, tears and more tears

Shed on the land

Given to the trees, to the skies, to every speck of dirt and the vast nothingness of air.

Where have I gone?

After the tears came laughter and joy!

Yes!

I tell myself we must part ways

I want to sit in the dirt with desert flowers and rocks watching birds dance in the sky.

I want to climb the red rocks until I’m taller than the trees and listen for prayers on the wind while I cast mine to the skies.

It’s not such a terrible thing.

I can’t care that my feet are dirty.

I haven’t learned what I need to learn yet.

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