Simple Robes

Guidance, precious guidance
born from the willingness to not know,
from the choice to consciously let go
and free fall into my own undoing.

I smile to the part of me

proud of all it has learned,
as hard won trophies fall from her grasp
turning to ash as they strike the floor.

The desire to shave my head and

wrap myself in simple robes is palpable
as the witness between who I thought I was
and who I find I am, rises in sacred recognition.

I am washed in the tears of my own baptism.