ghost dog

I gave until there was nothing
Until I had surrendered all
And waited

Only then
I had to give the rest
I see it now – what was left

I gladly hand it over
And bow my being
to the stream of life

I know that I must stand here alone
Barefoot and on scorched ground
Weaving my free will into the sands

I’ve gone from having answers
to being just a question
For only as a question am I free

This isn’t personal or empty
I shed layers and 
Delight in my immortal dance

I die so often now – almost daily –
to see Life as it is
In vanishing, I am becoming Real


Digital painting by Arel – “Magic Forest”

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