Killing a Belief

I have a persistent belief that I can't quite kill off.

I've seen that belief is false and that what is pointed to is simpler and easier to come to than the ragged, layered, thick idea of the belief....

yet, here it is. A couple of teeth left

A wounded animal.

I look at it.

Ask it: why am I clinging to you?

What is it about you that promises some thing that sustains it and keeps it in place.

I will keep looking. Once found, and light of Truth brought to it, I know it will fade away, like a dead vampire in the sun.