the core (steve taylor)

Posted on Wednesday, October 26, 2016

It can take a whole life time to become yourself

years of feeling adrift and alone

trying to be someone you could never be

wearing clothes that don’t fit you

stammering in a language you weren’t meant to speak

trying to pass yourself off as normal

but always feeling clumsy and unnatural

like a stranger pretending to be at home

and knowing that everyone can sense your strangeness and

resents you because you don’t belong.


But slowly, through years of exploration

you see landmarks that you somehow recognize

hear vague whispers that seem to make sense

strangely familiar words, as if you had spoken them yourself

ideas that resonate deep down, as if you already knew them

and slowly, your confidence grows,

and you walk faster, now you sense the right direction

and feel the magnetic pull of home.


And now you begin to excavate,

to peel away the layers of conditioning

to shed the skins of your flimsy, false self

to discard those habits and desires which you absorbed until

you reach the solid rock beneath

the shining molten core of you.

And now there’s no more uncertainty

your path is clear, your course is fixed,

and this bedrock of your being is so solid and stable

that there’s no need for acceptance or belonging

no fear of exclusion or ridicule

and everything you is right and true

and deep and whole with authenticity.


But don’t stop. This is only the half way point –

maybe even just the beginning.

Once you’ve reached the core,

keep exploring, but more subtly

keep excavating, but more delicately

and you’ll keep unearthing new layers, finding new depths

until you reach the point which is no point

where the core dissolves

and the solid rock melts like ice

and the self loses its boundary

and expands to encompass the whole.


A self even stronger and more true

because it’s no self at all.



“The Core” by Steve Taylor

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