House Builder
What if life is telling you exactly what you need to hear?
What if every moment, every single heartbeat,
every random twist of your wrist, twist of your hair
or twist of your story, that you make to be about you
has led to this moment now.
Actually, could it even be any other way?
What if rather than looking beyond this gift
you let go and embraced now, fully.
All of existence worked its potent power for you to exist.
You are the only expression of your form that will ever be
Can you see you are infinite beauty manifested?
but this is not a project of affirmation.
This is not a poem for building self esteem,
for a self that isn't here.
No, this is dynamite set to bring down the builder's house,
to reduce you to only the essence, frankly, nothing.
But in that nothing, that is the subject of all objects,
you will discover life and know that you were never separate.
