who am i?
i am not my earrings!
i have given up most of my face;
no eyebrows, no cheek..
i barely comb my hair;
too short for any stylin'
no smell of jasmine or sandalwood..
it seems i have stopped seducing the self..
liberation at its best..
i no longer have a livelihood
to hang an identity on..
when we stop the seduction,
there arises an innocence of being ..
an opportunity for presence..
just the breath of hey ho
in that authenticity
no karma can gather..
karma only collects on the "i"
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