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We must shed the skin
of previous being, former
lives, encrusted memories
rooted through tears
and turmoil, plastered
firm on waiting healthy
prospective living, allowing
these carnival, Mardi Gras
facades to crack, chip away,
dismantled piece by ache filled
piece - to dislodge, unhinge,
falling to oblivion, dust to
dust, as fresh light calls
forth the impeded imaginings,
new life revealed, awakened,
we stretch, once again, to be
transfigured, resurfaced, evolved.
Poem G 4.19.2016
miscreant – noun; a person who
behaves badly. Adj; (of a person)
behaving badly or in a way that
breaks a law or rule.
As this poem offered above shares,
the act of shedding is essential to
our spiritual growth, our emotional
well-being. Often we cart around
our miscreant moments (real or
perceived) from our past life, having
fastened them to our persona, causing
us to live through them, often unaware.
Personally, my miscreant moments
are stationed just below the radar
of my consciousness, not so politely
waiting for my guard to relax or wane,
and then they surface, one calling
forth the next, until a Fellinish parade
is summoned for my unwilling perusal
Since these intrusions give power
and gravitas to an often distant past –
featuring a time, place, and/or people
well beyond any attempt of recompense
or reconciliation, our only recourse
is to consider mustering the courage
to formulate a workable strategy
for effective shedding.
Of course, our approach to shedding
will be acutely personal, impacted
by our perceived notion of our fault
or guilt or complicity – again actual
or imagined – or in some instances,
our failure to pick up on the clues,
or to be fully aware or engaged.
To accomplish this shedding, it might
help to inventory what needs to be left
behind, scoping out each issue at its
core, then developing a personal ritual
for exorcising this memory going forward.
I am already envisioning a ritual bonfire
where I burn the relics, documents, or
mementos that represent my miscreant
memories, allowing my soul to move on
to more livable, fertile ground.
WITH LOVE, G.