The habit of me,
conditioned by life so far.
Now seen as a lie.
The freedom to see,
the world as it is really,
now resides in here.
DeConditioning,
occurs with each emotion.
Each seeing weakens.
What is left now that
self is seen as delusion ?
Just what always was.
But the ride now has
become more wondrous.
Wonder-full it is.
