You

Did you discover your self,

The One that you really are

Or did you eclipse it under

Countless layers of ideas of you

You came

Beautiful, innocent and utterly lovable

And then layers were put on you

And with each layer that you accepted

You were cheered and feted

And your acceptance of it was celebrated

And through the cheering and feting

And the loud celebrations,

The attention and the myriad distractions

You were slowly buried

Little did you realize that

Living meant burying you alive

Under layers of a new make-believe you

Any new layer added becomes a celebration.

And every layer peeled

Is met with ostracization.

The living do not accept

Exhumation of he who has been buried.

And as that buried you begins to reveal

More and more of your self

Things begin to fall away from you...

And leave you alone

For you are becoming complete.

- rajyogi