What are you made of?
Your beautiful, capable, powerful body is built from sunshine and water
And last week’s potatoes.

But that is not you.

You are Theseus’ ship, going from Minoan victory to Apollonian pilgrimage.
Not beam or line or sail,
But an idea, a feeling, a prayer, a legend, on a voyage through choice and chance.

But that is not you either.

If you are not molecules or cells, or leftovers,
How much less are you your regrets?

Voyage on!
Let go.
Your forgiveness is yours. I cannot give it to you.

I already see you whole and perfect.
And moving.
I know you as Now and Forever.
You are what remains but cannot stay.
What you did five years ago, five minutes ago, is of no account.

What will you do now?

The sun rose clear this morning.
The tide rolls and roils and returns.
Where is the misstep?

Your journey can remove or retain what you have outgrown.
Your life can uncover Truth or recover lies.
But the You of you is one, unchanged, whole, wonderful.

Should you not live in wonder then, and set aside regret?

I do not seek your guilt.
Do not seek my forgiveness.
Only show me that time and care have removed falsehood and fabrication.
Show me that you rose clear this morning.