One of the continuous workshops I attend annually is In Pursuit of Authentic Self.
When i started this work i thought, why would one do a workshop with same title every year?
But in consistency, there is growth and taking note of growth.
We are changing all the time, evolving doesn’t stop. There is shedding off the limitations and gaining inner power in being more of yourself. Knowing yourself and loving yourself more with all there is.
On one occasion on this growth I have written this poem. Pls read it in a way of understanding that this doesn’t mean “here brilliant, done that” it means what i was able to process heal, i have integrated and then continue.
What is on the surface and what is in the depth
Become one
Integrated in all of me.
What is it the parts that I am leaving out
Like someone drawing a self portrait
And doesn’t notice he didn’t draw his ears
Or neck or brows
What I am not noticing that I am leaving
out
Which part of me,
Has vowed to burry so deep that I forgot it
ever existed?
Whenever there is a burial
There is a leaving behind
There is a sorrow of aolean scale
“You” brings in the myxolidian scale, the
joy.
The new soul, reborn, integrated in true
nature
Seeing myself wholly.
Old stories let go
Let me see new world and new me in it.