You lift off the helmet of knowing,
gently drop it.
You take off the armor of being right.
Unbuckle the chain mail of good enough—
lift it over your head,
with a little awkward squirming to get it off,
it’s so tight.
You unbutton the coat of deserving,
untie the padding of what people thought,
remove the vest of good intentions, the shirt of the past.
You lose even the underwear of should have, couldn’t.
You drop it all. Leave it.
You wear nothing but pure air of presence,
vulnerable skin, raw flesh of being,
ready as a newborn.
You go down into the water,
and are raised up, clothed in pure light.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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