My experience with ego

I see an unfamiliar path

I sense a deep curiosity

I wish to go and explore

To discover and experience those unknowns

"Stop and stay!🤨 "orders an authoritative ego

I fight, rebel and move more

"Look at the comforts we have!🤗" displays a manipulative ego

Momentarily attracted but letting go,

I smile and wave it off, moving on more

"You will lose your identity!😠" warns a threatened ego

I contemplate, shrug and go on, seeking the unknown

"Don't leave me alone!!😭" pleads a scared ego

I look at it compassionately, grateful for its duty done, but hastening further, I go on

"You've made me break!😖" yells a broken, shattered ego

I empathize with it, acknowledge its pain, and move on

"Who am I ?😵" whimpers a nonexistent ego

I leave it alone to its questions, moving on

Lo behold, the path that hath unfolded,

Seemingly long, tiring and infinite before me

Now dissolves into a fantastic, unimaginable source of light

No longer waiting for but seeking me

"How did this happen?" I think idly

An answer issues from the light beautifully

The journey wasn't towards me outwards

But towards me ever present in you

To reach me, the ego had to go

Painfully shattered, existing no more

Oh elevated being, know this true

Your identity is, was and will be Me and not thy ego.

Now that you've given up your earthly list

Enjoy this cosmic bliss :)

Turn Inwards and Find Your Truth

A translation of Malargal Kaeten - A tribute to the Universe

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