Peeling back the layers
 one at a time
 not always making sense
 no reason
 no rhyme.
 Time is like tree rings
 We build from within
 But undoing them's not easy
 like shedding a skin.
 Sometimes they don't matter
 those layers of want
 or of expectations
 or of sorrows.
 They haunt.
 Making for patchworks of color
 in quilts of past dealings
 or weaving a tapestry
 of unnecessary feelings.
 The seeds of our lives
 lay dormant wtihin
 As time passes by
 and we barely begin
 to see what really matters
 so simple
 so true
 Barely scratching the surface
 of the old that seems new.
 It is of our core being
 to know the array
 in a world full of troubles
 and conditioned mind play.
 In moments of sweetness
 unspoken
 untraveled
 We feel our true beings
 begin to unravel.
 These layers are many
 to protect us perhaps
 But it seems we could dream them
 away with long naps
 And begin to awaken
 the mind and the home
 of our life force
 with clarity
 and consciousness.
 Om.
 The layers of time
 like the bark on a tree
 fall in pieces
 We shed them
 to set ourselves free