Enneagram Work

We each reflect a mere shade of the divine 
Why should I shame one with a different shade than mine

Mine, as if I possess what’s been entrusted to me
A gift rusted from being overexposed to my ego

Low and behold, there’s a newness, a purity, an innocence
Waiting to be unearthed, baptized into consciousness 

Self meet soul child, whose been present since birth
Rehearsed away by your unconscious, spiraling actions 

Now rising a Phoenix, dusting off the thing that you called your life
Rife with life in a True Tone, renewed to your shade of divine, sublime

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