Old Clothes

We were born naked,
And we will shall die naked,
In front of God I cover myself,
Simply to protect from His Light.

In water,
I am a baby,
In my Mothers arms,
I will always be naked and free.

I stare at my wardrobe,
I look sadly,
At the worn out clothes.
And rarely worn shoes.

Each item was once there,
To protect and comfort me.
Old clothes remember,
Each memory a moment of magic.

But now I cleanse myself of fear,
Old clothes I no longer need.
They have served me well,
Through the years.

I give thanks.
I let go.
I lay in Her waters,
Dissolving my self.

I surrender.
With these 4 trusting loving hearts,
Each element sees and hears,
I have no shame to shed old clothes.

I have no needs,
No attachments,
No wants or desires.
Nothingness washes over me.

With Loving Awareness.
A space is reborn,
An Inner sense.
An Innocence.

HERE NOW
IN LOVING AWARENESS
I AM REBORN