Become Becoming- A short monologue

I have changed. A lot, recently. My entire being has undergone a transformation. I have become more of myself and less of everyone else. And, while I am beautifully becoming, I am also unbecoming. Not in a way that feels like abandoning an old self in desperate disgust. But in a way that feels reverent and ritualistic. A sensation of death as well as birth. If you close your eyes, you can almost see it happening.

The taking off and folding of my clothes, gently setting them down on the banks of the river of growth. Eagerly plunging into the depths of fresh discovery. Slowly emerging from the frigid waters with a gasp of freedom. Lingering in the flowing ripples of resistance that glide across my skin.

It’s a bathing of sorts, this time of becoming. Allowing the waters of discovery to drench my very being, as I soak in anticipation for the becoming that I know awaits me on shore. The pebbled bank holding the new and more that I have created. Each step out of the water bringing me closer, causing a thunderous vibration of release. Rivulets cascading down my body, as I shed old ideas and beliefs that no longer resonate with my being.

Then all at once I’m standing on the banks of a new foundation, wrapping myself in the warmth of dawning spring. New life unfolding in expansive images of pulchritude. My feet rooting into the earth as I absorb this new reality. Lingering water clinging to my skin, evaporating with the blossoming sun. I release, I heal, I become.

The old ideas are now beautiful memories, no longer echoing in my mind. Beliefs that held a wrongness, no longer simmering in my soul. I have grown wings of erudition, that secure my being in physical reality. Picking up not a weapon, but a tool of my choosing. Transmuting energy with every breath, and beat. Creating everything out of nothing, while being and becoming.

So yes, I have changed, I suppose. It is a transcendent journey of the discovery of self and the creative curation of life. Finding becoming in every aspect of my unbecoming. Seeing beauty where once there was monstrous ache. I am releasing, I am healing, I am becoming.