I imagine that I’m dying by being stretched so thinly and so very swiftly and
that my support system forgets me
so I bail.
I don’t have the courage or the preparation to stand fixed on the being’s ground
to hang on and
sacrifice myself if necessary for the being.
Awareness supports me the auxiliary king who took over
as a natural process and
I the king am now filled with the fear of losing control.
Is this my truth?