In my Chrysalis

Finding satisfaction in the dissolving of my previous selves

Finding myself increasingly detached from self sabotage and inclined towards preservation

The reduction of self allows the strongest flavors and substance to emerge

Its flavor and substance I crave—in all things

In all things let there be substance, intention, delicacy

In all things let me find grace and contribute beauty

Who am I and what is that brought me here?

Does it even matter, or has being subjected to mass consciousness affected my sense of place in this world?

I miss the sense of wonder that curiosity offers

I miss the sense of smallness human experience when looking out across a vast expanse of new earth for the first time

The things left to discover now are deeply hidden, nearly unattainable

I long for times when information held value, when social connections were intimate and when fact was not opinion

Finding peace in the solitude of self discovery

Finding love and deep fulfillment in the departure from what was into what is

Finding that more than ever I need Self, feeling root bound and hungry for the nutrition of time and space

Finding a deep connection to my ancestors and to future generations, as they all exist within and for me

(written Feb 2023, published from drafts)