say it like it is

ego has vacated form leaving its shell behind the dead snake yet writhes by reflex from time to time witnessed by soul from the void dying ember can become a fire if awareness be stuporous yet is not the baton held by God weaving in and out of body-mind in mood and mode of celebration delusion too is acknowledged as reminder of work in progress the caterpillar waits patiently in the crumbling chrysalis liberation is assured