A diatribe against ego

A diatribe against ego

When things are sizzling,

Like the fires of Gehenna

The sense of self- not self control,

But more SELF control, an attempt to be ordered by the ego,

It is our effort to be the big Kahuna.

Ha! We have power over nothing!

We mere mortals kill for a mound of dirt! Even less a contaminated mound of feces!

When heaven holds unperceivable jewels,

And pure gold is like dirt. The pathway for the feet of the righteous.

Oh, if we could only overcome our narcissistic self,

And learn to live as fully compatible

Compatible with the greatest truth,

Then perhaps that pernicious ego would be obliterated,

And we could live for the community,

And for the highest power.

Oh, darkness would flee vehemently from the light in our lamps,

The dripping oil would seal the passion of this divine Romance,

As The psalmist pens,

Ego, Ego, Thou must die!

 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

That not-self-control, wow, and needing our sense of ordered existence - toxic narcissism, perhaps? I've always wondered what it would be like to exist freed from ego. When the persona proclaims Ego, die, wouldn't Ego be mouthing or penning those words? I am in a puzzlement. Thanks for sharing. I will continue to mull this over.

[John the Baptist]

Perhaps evolution will prove the ego to be another passing phase.