Letting Go
Who is at the core?
My life is, of late
A peeling of an onion
Skins falling away
Each skin shed reveals something new
I’m late in learning to let go
Shrugging off control
The illusion of forcing outcomes,
So we feel we’re in the know
Who am I really
At the very core
Who is this soul
I’m just getting to know
The business she built isn’t her
Her clothes and hair aren’t her
Her failed marriage isn’t her
Her creations, not even those were
She may be the one who observes, asking
Who is this observing?
Who is seeing,
Experiencing?
That is closer
But it’s a slippery view
In a multi-paneled mirror
And she flits away from you
More skins unfurl
Changes, yet core remains
As she gets closer
To her surprise, familiar terrain