I have literally punched the crap
out of my ego.
It lies limp in the contours
of my body cavity,
an empty and deflated liner,
emptied of the jargon jumble
and the meaningless story of my life.
I am clear and confident.
What fills the bag can be emptied at will.
Breath itself clears the debris
as it whooshes through the hollows
of my very bones.
And the marvelous work of self-inquiry
continues to untangle the mess of
my thinking mind.
I am here, complete,
selecting this process and that
to honor and hone my newfound self.