Sometimes I slip
To previous versions
Of myself.
It’s easy.
See,
Because they aren’t persons
But moments in time,
Where everything
That happened
In my whole life
Combined
In perfect
Unity.

Sometimes I slip
To previous versions
Of myself
To further
heal wounds
that
I couldn’t
At the time.
These formers
Of self
Never die
They just wait
Silent
To be further aligned

I do not have one person
Living inside,
But many,
Periods,
Stages,
Wayfarers,
Guides,
Pointing the way
To my truth.

Upon discovery
Of
Lessons
And
Healing
My own
Aphorisms obtained,
The ones hurting
Step forward
“I’d like to know the same.”
Healing myself
heals many
Forwards
Backwards
Down the line

Like a river
Meets every new stone
And over it
glides
Learning the landscape
Like a lover
Ever changing
Around bends
And waterfalls
So too
Do my many selves
And I

The self is fluid
Sometimes in tumult
At times free falling
Into an abyss
Only to coalesce
To meet ourselves
Calm
Down time’s river
Our many selves
Aligned
Over the landscape
Of time

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