There is an historical aftermath 

There is a rhetorical divide 

Of all and everything that has occurred before 

Every scene of every play that you have ever taken part in 

Was an egoic translocation to the despotic millstone

Stagnant pond depths  

That your feet have been fastened to now

 

There does not need to be a repetition 

There are patterns, of course there are patterns 

They are always looming without 

The oratorical refraction

Of the mind

 

Everything that has gone before

Yes you can allow it to refasten your feet

To the linear railroad tracks of your existence 

Or you can just cast aside every moment

Where the egoic exoskeleton 

Covered your soul in the fetid remains

Of past indiscretions

 

Yes there are patterns

Yes you have done wrong 

Yes you have followed directions that you never should have taken

Yes you have allowed everything that has transpired 

To dehinge you from the core

 

Yes there were patterns

Yes you have allowed the tertiary disfragmentation 

Of desire 

To disturb you from the path

To dismember you from the soul 

Yes there are past misdeeds

And now there are recriminations

 

You can allow all of it to cast an oceanic darkness 

Over every moment that you draw in breath

You can sit underneath the penumbra of the shadow of the past

And allow it to adhere you to what you believe must be your fate

 

But there is one realization you must come to

One fundamental truth you must recognize 

You are not who you were when you plastered on the skin

Measured integration into this material world 

 

Yes you plunged in

To become who you never were

Who you were never meant to be

 

You were in the process of evolution 

You were learning.  Not just who you are.

But who you are not.

You have engaged in scaling all the heights 

All of the vast inconsequential barriers

That have been placed before you

You have escalated the body and the mind 

To slowly draw yourself up and over

The verticality of your engagement in this material world 

To bring you to a place that you have arrived

 

But where you are, where you have arrived to

Where all of this escalation of illusory heights 

Has brought you to

Bears no location accuracy to the place where

The Self

Would truly reside

 

Yes there are patterns

Yes you have lived through them 

Yes you have allowed them to frame your feet

Within the place, the location 

Where you have found your material body to be planted in

 

But it is not here that you must remain 

And every pattern that you have established 

Through your connection to and engagement with 

This material world

Does not define who you truly are

And does not need to direct you to where you should

Allow yourself to be

 

Everything that has gone on before

Every misdirection of the soul

Every pattern you have allowed your external construct to establish 

Does not define who you are

Who the Self is

The Self has been sequestered 

And hidden from the truth

By the imprisonment of the egoic mind 

By charlatan establishment 

Of samskara armor 

By the ego waging battle 

In the samsara envelopment of the mind 

 

Yes there are patterns 

No they do not define who you truly are

 

No you do not need to allow your feet

To maintain discursive discourse 

With the sedentary rails 

That you have established by the action of the past

 

You are now arising from within

There is now an escalation of the Self

Discarding every lost soul pattern

Casting aside every samskara scar

Pasted onto the body by the egoic engagement

Into unnecessary material world immersion 

 

After all of this has fallen away

After you have reached acceptance 

That none of this defines you

After you have stepped outside of the egoic exoskeleton

After you have surrendered and released 

 

It is the Self that would arise

And cast aside the patterns of the past

They do not define you

 

It is the Self, the truth of the core of who you are

That would soar you into

The greatness of grace

 

The elocution of transformation 

The regeneration of the internal soul’s revival 

To who you always were

Casting aside the patterns 

They do not define you

 

Yes, you are who you are now

Release it all and then there would be nothing more 

That could tether you to the indiscretions of the past 

 

And with this celestial aura of freedom 

We will truly rise

Never fall 

And never return 

To the callous dissonance 

Of the patterns of the past