Becoming

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You are perfect –

Here

Now.

Just as you find yourself,

Without the need to lament a thing.

 

A half-opened bud,

on the cusp of change.

You may experience

growing pains, lingering fears…

But you are

Beautiful

Perfect

just the same.

 

Permanence

is nothing more than an illusion;

even the seeming immutability

of who

and what

we are.

 

“Static”

is not a word that

exists

in the vocabulary

of our

Universe.

 

All is change.

 

In our ever-present

perfection,

we are, like the flower,

always

simultaneously

“becoming.”

 

Growing into

more and more…

 

of our beauty,

our truth,

our authenticity.

 

Growing into

more and more

of

our

selves.

 

Our unique perfection.

 

The gift that only we

can bring to the world.

 

(And sometimes

we need to

die a kind of death,

to reseed ourselves

in unfamiliar soil

in order to allow

still

more

of our

becoming).

 

And always,

always,

we need to

give ourselves

the gift of

time.

 

As the bud clefts

open;

as each

exquisite

petal unfurls,

a new discovery of

self

is made.

 

This is what

“becoming” is.

 

Would you think

an acorn

any less perfect

for not yet being grown into

the magnificent oak

contained within?

 

Why not

take a revolutionary stance,

treat yourself

with the same

understanding, the same

loving

compassion?

 

Learn to see

with the eyes of all time:

to behold your

beauty,

your perfection,

from the all-encompassing perspective

of the Universe.

 

The Universe

that knows

that all is in process.

 

All is becoming.

 

All is growing

towards the light…

 

All is perfection

already.

 

Exactly as it is.

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7 thoughts on “Becoming”

      1. I’ve noticed, of late, that there seems to be a group of us constantly touching on each other’s posts, completely serendipitously. I love that. To me it speaks of spirit. Sending love your way, my friend.

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    1. Thank you dear Anita, it’s an honor that you liked it enough to reblog it. This is my first time to write a poem longer than a haiku or tanka in several years, and the process of doing so brought me a lot of solace and serenity, too.

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