Give yourself permission to shine. A poem in honor of Walpurgisnacht 2012.

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A poem in honor of Walpurgisnacht 2012 (otherwise known as Beltaine Eve)

We are searching for ourselves everywhere.
In each other’s words and deeds.
The eye’s of the other mirror our old self.
The dead self. Throw it in the fire.
Tonight.
Give yourself permission to shine.

We can never see the unchanging one,
for that which is eternal is never in the same place, or same time.

I’m leaping into my new skin and it feels too loose and too tight.
I need to forget the past and the future.
I start feeding the fire of now.
With my dead words and deeds. Thoughts of the future are cadavers waiting for cremation.

This is where I am.
I am.
Now.

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