No Ego

The Transcendent Triptych

A Poem in Three Movements

0320.2025

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I. The Whisper of Control

Control loves me in whispers,

in quiet omissions,

and in-between silences—

where a question is an answer.

I am the painting it leaves unhung—

a feeling it folds.

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II. Refusal

Art can’t stand in for honesty,

as if I won’t notice

how far control’s warmth wanders.

I am not a figure

haunting the edge of another’s life.

Not an echo

where there’s no room for my voice.

I’m done with nothing

held at arm’s length

and calling itself care.

I’m done

being the

controlled.

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III. To Release Without Breaking

Like petals falling

from a bloom past its season,

I carry no bitterness in my mouth—

only the lightness

of something I’ve set free.

Let all walk in peace.

Let all days be warm,

and all houses full of laughter

I no longer need to hear.

Love was never mine,

not truly—

only a mirror

I mistook for a doorway.

Now, I give it back

to the world—

with the stillness of trees,

the hush of evening fields,

the quiet dignity of flowers

that open,then release

their beauty to the wind.

Without need,

without shame,

without fear—

I move out of myself

with a quiet heart,

and a love that no longer begs—

only blesses,

then lets go.

m.c.f.