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The Joy of Losing Me

 

I don’t need to be special today  

I am free from the burden of me  

The great death is no funeral  

But a dance in the heart of the sky  

Where I drop the weight of wanting  

And step into the light of now  

Love isn’t a thing to be captured  

But a river that flows through all  

Achievement is not a mountain  

But the air I breathe with ease  

Perfection is not a mirror  

But the joy of being cracked  

In losing myself I am finding  

The world I was too blind to see  

I inherit the earth and its wonders  

The trees, the stars, the laughter  

And now with nothing to clutch at  

I hold everything in my hands.