I am not the person I dreamed I could be because she was a mirage.
I’m becoming nobody, the real me.
Don’t worry! It is not that scary,
It’s a relief to be free of the constant striving to be
More proficient, more productive,
pure and more pristine in matters of the heart.
It is good to let go and know that the world will continue to turn
If I stop.
Now that I know who I am not I am curious about what’s left
And I’m left with choices,
One after another.
I choose to pray gratitude when I wake up,
For the taste of roasted coffee.
I choose to take ownership of my thoughts and to nurture
Those that are either soft or fierce as I let the others flow by
Like leaves on the stream. Or maybe I will let them all flow by, for
Far from complacent I am engaged and unattached, wondering
what might happen next,
Curiosity is my soul’s sole guest.
I am not at peace, as you may have guessed
But in the middle of a transition, a look out point on the way to
My next destination: the accumulation of all those matters of choice
With which and with what tone of voice I say, “No.” or “Yes.”