it's a long way to Humility.
Daily walking
sometimes crawling--sprawling
scrambling
like a man without legs
rolling along on a makeshift plywood board
with wobbly wheels
pulling along with calloused hands
still thinking it's my own power that moves me.
Oh don't you know
it's a long way to Humility.
What should have been a few short months
has now stretched out into forty years
plus eight
wandering in self
wondering about self
Crash the mirror to the ground
and set me free
freedom from self.
Only by your blood.
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