Away from the palace and the bullrushes,
All the riches and the striking
Is the place where my path of un-becoming
Of diverting
Has been revealed.
My whole life I have been a prince enslaved.
Not to Pharoah
But to the illusion that I am
who I am not.
How I will greet you, Ceaseless Becomer
I cannot say.
But as I remove what you have asked of me
I pray for the strength to witness my true self
That I will be whom I am meant to be.
And become.