Following Myself Home
within' this present life ,
my self has been blanketed
by many selves , of past lives
yesterday is my today
until i can peel away
those onion layers of self
to find the true spark
of my true self .
like my bedroom closet
glove compartment
junk drawer in the kitchen
the past lives confronted in my mind
there is no disposal in the sink
no refuse container behind a door
no junk yard dog to help me release
for this is what i am
it's become the knowing and accepting
not the throwing and rejecting
of my self , where i find ,
the self now smiling brightly , saying ,
welcome home , it's nice to have you back....
home is where the heart is........
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