Ego - a Bubble of Illusion
Ego. Is it self respect?
Is it pride for what we know?
When the river of thoughts are blocked or stopped,
Where does ego go?
Should age be like a beaver
Building dams with sticks and moss,
And our mindful vision fog or shrink,
Like sticky candy floss,
Would we be so big headed
And pig ignorant in our way?
If thoughts were to cease,
How would our ego play?
We must not take for granted
The gift we have of mind.
For all too easily we could lose it
And our ego would go blind!
It's a bubble of illusion.
It could pop at any time!
All egos have their weaknesses
And that's not a crime.
It's good to find the balance,
To have a healthy view of self.
At times, it is essential
To leave ego on the shelf.
Written 9th May 2022
For the " Bubble Of Illusion" Contest.
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2022
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