When self melts in being

 There was a time I clung 

to my work and title 

for self identification.

 

There was a time I clung

to romantic love 

for spiritual longing.

 

There was a time I clung 

to my spiritual mission 

for purpose and specialness.

 

When I was encouraged 

to drop everything 

I felt pain and confusion.

 

It sucks to be with myself! 

That is until the time,

when the self melts in being.