Detachment

I laid down the lower occult,
like a book I started to read,
that began to bore me.
I thought they were after me,
because I was bright and a teacher.
(They were, I was.)
I moved to a new neighborhood,
and didn’t leave a forwarding address.

I laid down the physical too—
it’s just one more dimension to let go of.
What a relief.
That book had been read a million times.
I moved to many new neighborhoods,
never left a forwarding address,
always paid the bills.

I even let go of the power spots.
They’ve largely closed shop,
and besides,
I’m the doorway now.