Through death you call me to life,

through the fears and the lies I have told myself,

and accepted from others

through doubts, through the letting go

of masks and mechanisms

for coping that serve me no longer,

(if they ever truly did), then

through a thousand dying’s every day

to the voices within that say over and over

“this is not enough,

you are not enough,

not good enough”

through death you call me….

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so I let go,

of all that binds and hinders me,

bit by bit the chains slip

and crash away around me….

the shackles that held, hold no longer…

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through death you call me to life

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you call me to give myself to more,

to possibilities, to spaciousness,

to endless horizons…

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through death,

death to this frail and fragile ego

that is NOT me,

through death you call me to life…

to become…

to be…