We all begin as a me—
self-centered, ego-manic.
Barring some sticky wicket
“me” evolves to embrace “we.”
From being bare, unsocial,
we grow to care, some, craving
not-me . . . our family, faith,
race, country, corporate tribe.
Most of us do get stuck there, . . .
leaving our blood, sweat and tears
there. But a few, not so rare,
enlace the expansive all
of be-ing, bearing witness
to the emptiness of yore.
These cling not, not even to
not-clinging, by relaxing,
dying to own self-being
afore their allotted time.
Then they call all to follow
some practice of the presence.
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