I come here as a nobody,
slate clean. If there are past lives,
I arrive an amnesiac.
I only can imagine the life
I would have chosen to live full out.
I am born to strangers.
I am given not only a name,
yet also a nationality and even
a religion to practice or not.
I am shown a mold chosen
for me and given no written
instructions just how I am to
shape myself to fit.
In short time the life blows
that kick you to your knees,
come in quicker than fists
in a mismatched welterweight
versus heavyweight boxing match.
Fit in or die. Sacrifice both reason
and self to be someone else’s dream.
Sweet relief now. Surrender has passed.
I am no more than I am.
I am here watching as the scriptless movie
unwinds before this observer’s eyes.
The witness. Grace. Pure Awareness