.
I am becoming
a stranger
to myself.
.
My comfortable avatar,
my resting self,
my go-to default,
is dissolving—
fading into
transparency,
redundancy.
.
Once-familiar,
regular, routine
habits
now crumble
like dust phantoms
to the touch.
.
Tangible,
subtle
peace
washes away
neurotic concern—
for there is
no one
left to feel
exposed.
.
The world
is registered
in minute detail,
a living haiku—
yet,
wholeness,
completeness,
perfection
unifies all
in a radiant
presence,
.
gently erasing
concepts,
ideas,
structures
that no longer serve.
.
Simple
wonder
reigns.