I

How many countries must I leave
How many religions must I abandon
How many masks must I remove
How many people must come and go
How many times must the heart break
Before my I is naked enough

The sun always rises and sets
The waves forever crashing on the seashore
The galaxies speeding through the ever expanding universe
The cycle of life, birth and death, goes on perpetually
The moon continues to wax and wane without question
Maybe so it will be with the unraveling of me to become the I am.

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