Covered in the grime of life

Masked in the mire of living

Seasoned in the sands of time.

Life may seem meaningless,

Submerged in the shadows.

Yet trust time in its flow

As it unearths the Self.

In its own unique way

P.S

This poem flowed in a moment of  silent contemplation…

I pose a question to you

Looking back at the layers

Life brought forth in time

Are there more, that are shielding you?

Or are there more that you want to wash away? 

And more importantly…

Are you ready to unearth the Self?

I hope in reading these verses, it brings in a sense of pause and trust, wherever you are in your own unique journey of unearthing the self .

Savvy