Pinocchio & Other Thoughts: Poetry

It is simplicity,
the falling away
of everything you knew
~
I buried my head
in the sand for years;
now I stand in 
the sun blinking
as if I've never seen
it before
~
I am like Pinocchio:
yearning to be real
~
There are shadows
underneath my eyes,
the baggage 
of accumulated
memories
~
I control nothing,
not my destiny 
or my time to perish
nor the actions of
others

I let go of these notions
and fall into
the Embrace of 
All That Is

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