Last night I planned my death
Not who I really am
But the shell I have built around me
Like a caterpillar and his cocoon
Inside I’ve been transforming
I allow the pain to move through me
I honor it
Because Like electricity
it brings light to the dark corners
It expands
Until The light becomes so bright
That the pressure builds
And the false self begins to crack
Like wilted petals
It begins to shed
Piece by piece
Petal by petal
I let it all fall off
Until layer by layer I am fully shed
And All that remains is awareness
A beaming bright light
Like a butterfly spreading its wings
I rise up
the light stretches across galaxies
Braiding itself through dimensions
And I become one with everything
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