Ribbons : paralysing constriction

You tore my self to ribbons

There I was a shredded self

Strewn about wondering why

I felt so disassembled

The torn about pieces

Cried to each other

And asked of the deeper soul

Where exactly was it

And where did the inner weaver go

Higher Self

You exist beyond the narrow confines of

EGO

And so it is only you who can bring the healing

If a tearing happened with the cutting

Then this is perhaps all for the purposes of

Something greater?

Do not think your wounds are in vain

Do not become so scared of the pain

That your soul denies

And refuses to face it

Or even worse projects it

For pain is always

The passage way into a deeper change

And truly the all containing presence is

Larger than it

Deeper than it

More vast than it

Since your Higher Self always stands

Above and beyond the paralysing restrictions

Of shame