Small

the bubble of self is so very small

the walls being what I think I know

a house made of someone else's

beliefs

Stillness removes the bricks

one by one, the edges of "real"

softening

through allowing

through surrender

through honoring

through gratitude

through is the only way out

of this house of limitation

this house of fear and ignorance

I seek a home

a home for my

Self

and it's been here all along