growing perceptions

As I push my way out of the seed pod of my perceptions
I am struck by a storm of projection.  
In an act or pure courage I hatch awake.  
Stretching my first leaves to the sun.
underneath the roots of my soul is the blueprint of my becoming.
I can grow in no other shape than who I am.
The fruit I bare can only be mine.
I breathe in acceptance and grow strong.  
Stretching into the flow of growth.  
Allowing, becoming, not trying, just being.  
The storm of projection brings nourishment for my growth.
Testing my strength.
Reminding me who I truly  am.

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