Allowing

The voice of my cramp

my narcissus

it will never be cured

or handled

or saved

it has to die

from the lack of use

by seeing it’s activity

before the mouth opens

to tell it’s lies

we are Consciousness

waking up

feeling our stretching

yawning

removing the egoic sleep

from our true vision

telling the truth

of our own form

of the ego's presence

it must be felt

it must be spoken about

it must be allowed to die

by our turning our attention

to the present

to look in all moments

for the place of rest and wisdom

it is there we only need turn

turn away from the story

of the dying one

to the grace and beauty

and free breath

and receive

who we are

then

tell others to look too.