Opening the Wrap.

 

So neatly covered that I don’t see my true hue.

Why was I so wrapped up? For me, or was it for you?

Why oh why did I think the wrap was better than my truth?

Why did I hide beneath the glitter?

Why did I cover myself with rouge and hide my interior?

But not anymore, my dear friend, 

As I open up and look around,

An astounding silence welcomes me,

And in that silence I heard myself say,

Aren’t you free to be what you are,

Without a care of the glare?

Now I knew exactly who it was.

But before I let you in on this little secret, can you bear just this once,

To listen to what you may call nuance?

Well, dear one, we are misled when we believe, 

Our solo game has many players,

We spend our whole life imagining players all around, 

Dodging and pushing, and shielding, and winning or losing.

For little did we know, we didn’t have to dodge or hold, 

All we had to do was to be, to come out in the open.

And that is when my wraps opened,

For dear ones I want to live before I lose,

Lose the game of life.

Strangely even as I wrote this, the astounding silence welcomed me again

“You are one with me, dear”

Who are you? I ask astonished,

There is a pause.

And then, softly, a voice—
“I am the open sky.”

It doesn’t explain.
It doesn’t persuade.

“Welcome,” it says,
“To freedom.
To peace.”

And for the first time,
I don’t ask
Who is winning
The game of life.

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