We are prepared for earth with one self
Only to then create another on top
And we are always in need of help
For the former self we have forgot
In the first seasons... unawares
We are but the center of all
Without beginning or end or cares
Till we discover we are but small
Self conscious now... alone
We strive for identity
With self awareness ours to own
Midst the buds of personality
Then... spirituality takes a hold
Responding to inner truths
And our self-less part unfolds
As we recognize peace that soothes
As the spirit and flesh combine in strength
They rise to buds of maturity
Still only in infancy at length
With perfection reserved for futurity
Two Selves
By M. Catherine Thomas
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