Onion Is Me

Aren't we all onions in many ways?


Layers,

fill the blanks of our awareness.


Peeling it uncovers more truths,

beneath a truth known.


Much like going into an unknown;

familiar yet foreign,

at any given moment.


From the look of things,

the mass and form are constantly reduced,

with every break down.


Through it all,

it is still that same old self,

just simplified.


Life,

does not wear you thin.

It simply,

is within.

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