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poem submitted to "Disrobing Ego" poetry contest, Unseeking Seeker, sponsor, 7/13/2026
Line of inquiry: “to veil light we cloaked it in bliss then intellect and lower mind fused together as magnetism in form where truth we seek to find." I begin with a brush~ the soft kind used for artifacts too fragile to name. The soil is memory, packed tight around the thing I tried for years not to touch. At first, it is only a glint~ a shard of something once whole, a brightness dulled by time’s sediment. I lift it carefully, this fragment of self I once buried beneath the practiced weight of being who I thought I had to be. To veil light, I cloaked it in bliss~ the easy kind, the surface shimmer that keeps the deeper radiance from burning too true. Then intellect and lower mind fused together, a magnetism in form, pulling me toward every polished illusion I mistook for truth. But here, in this quiet excavation, the ego loosens, a garment slipping from the shoulders of a long-held fear. I brush away more soil, and the glint grows~ not blinding, but honest. A small pulse of light that remembers me even when I forgot myself.
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