lose myself

To lose self. To find bigger self. To melt. To lose the feeling, to evaporate any remembrance, of shame. To be the rain yearned for by the dry ground, to be absent of the memory of fear.

the more I lose myself, the more I find myself. Ancient truth, probably. It’s like I find that I am we and us and know that it is more home than just myself.

To find myself. As it turns out so far, it appears one cannot actually lose oneself as one cannot get away. But, what I actually am thinking is that it pays big dividends, not to lose or forget, but to subjugate the self in honor of a worthy thing. Funny how we get fed. Seems so ciruitous. Maybe there’s a clue there. Like a circle. Hmmmm…......