The Ego

She didn’t quite come out of the cloud,

But for a brief reveal, did remove her shroud.

The mountain peak, she rose above in the sky,

Peering down at me with this warning reply.

Not fear, not doubt, nor pain holds you down,

It’s your ego, dear daughter, that doeth make you drown.

That fixed story of I—you fancy you’re tall,

Told the real truth, you build yourself small.

While overlooking what is by seeking for more,

Indeed, you gain nothing; rather find yourself poor.

Knowing is knowing’s curse, so best beware,

Don’t fall for that trap; better take improved care.

To raise yourself up only secures your descent,

Then effort given, considered not well spent.

And if you think for one minute you don't belong,

Look again, ask whether it is I who is wrong?

There’s no room for the character, both victim and freed,

Only you can decide which identity to heed.

Trees bend in the wind and lie with the snow,

But you, with your strong might, will not let go.

You’ve taken these steps, you’ve come all this way,

The only thing left is that false ego to slay.

So, stand at the door, turn the key, and walk through,

To the universe, extend you have nothing to prove.

For the heavens already know, no beginning, no end,

Your voice so familiar, your divine cry, this ascend.

The water doesn’t control you; you know how to swim,

To drown or not is your choice from within.

Float down to the bottom, and sink up to the top,

This holding space of balance is where the war shall stop.

The fight is not evil, the wrestle not good,

Just you, Emily, and your ego, for territory stood.

How does it end, the eternal story of you?

With the mountain’s rebirth and the sun’s point of view.

Amen.