Byron Katie's Transformation

amidst the self hatred and pity

loathing pushed me to floor

beside a bed

where I didn't

deserve to sleep

one morning

awaken by footsteps

across flesh

realizing

the cockroach

felt no pity

no loathing

no self hatred

It didn't think

it just lived

to be the cockroach

I could set my thinking

aside and live,

if analyze anything

I ask if my thinking is true

then I do the work

for every thought

until they are no longer

colored by a filter

I uncover the joy

of the cockroach