Empty Bag

Written by John Trimpi

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.