Fortress columns

A life and identity once perceived as ancient ruin or relic crumbles beneath the discovery of already restored wholeness; intact in a holy instant.

A fixation with what one can possess

Unrestrained desire for that which can be

Invested and manifested,

Caressed, dressed or undressed,

Attributed and attested,

Ingested or digested,

Whatever one imagined as the best.

In due time each will surely confess

This is just a projection of my own possession

Welcoming Spirit identity

Allowing Creative Will to be, free

Rather than held captive

By fragile self made limitations and imitations

A life accumulating my's. Straying off course occasionally for inner contemplation, but choosing to return to the habitual comforts of my personal path. So much to grasp in the process of acquiring a quantifiable yield.

With added time and distance these my’s become a burden to maintain and manage.

Increasing strain reveals a newly weathered self image subject to decay or ready to choose a different way.

Eventually abdicating ‘I need & I wish’, for

I Am