July 15, 2015 life
We are born naked,
without disguise.
And then,
as we learn to walk and talk,
to grasp at what we want,
we clothe ourselves In Ego,
moving through the world
with the shroud of “I” around us,
Safe, separate, and alone.
Oh,
To walk this world
naked one more time,
stripped of expectations,
me dissolving into everyone
and everything,
newborn once again.