Residue

As the illusions dissolve 
In front of my face
I am able to see
Myself
Open and barren and 
Free
From all that was bestowed 
On me

Open to feel and touch
To be felt and touched
In all my purity

As my body thaws 
I know
The pain that arises
To be a residue
Of the misconception

As I  hold it in compassion
I feel it dissolve
Into love

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