Meeting Me

Solitude is a carpenter whose blueprints come from within.

Building doorways to hell, or opening pathways to enlightenment, solitude offers us many alternatives before these final decisions materialize as finality.

Minds take on a life of their own, given enough time. They imagine and play back memories and thoughts and perceptions until they begin to blend together and stop being separate entities. Once they become one vast bin of knowledge, solidifying as either, other or me, the soul steps in and takes over.

Soul, or ego, heart, or whatever it is you want to call the essential you emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon.

You look into the mirror of being and see yourself scraped down to the bare bones. No more false faces, no more designer philosophies, or glittering approvals from others to vindicate your oneness. You are on your own. It is just you and you.

Of course there is still God for the faithful, but I believe that any loving God would hesitate to interfere in such a momentous occasion and would simply hold up a mirror for you to gaze into.
Meeting yourself is probably a bigger occasion than your birth, because it doesn't occur until you are an aware and conscious being.

Sometimes I get glimpses of me standing here, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that final step yet.