Blue pill or red pill

Ego, the glue that makes us cling, thereby causing us to stagnate, amidst dream images conjured by fickle heart, to add some bling to chaste soul, prone to be sedate, bleating until its cries are heard. Poised in the void, we witness this playoff between ego and soul, with the former attached to form and luminous soul drenched in bliss. Thus if we live on ego’s dole, we’re blown like a leaf, in life’s storm. Now that we know this, what’s our choice? Heeding love’s voice, let us rejoice!