Ego Death

To feel variety, our heart flutters, setting up the cause, which has an effect, transformed as thought forms but who would suspect that misaligned from source, our mind stutters. Playful intent of soul, thus deflected, hijacked by ego, we claim as our own, soon becomes our destiny, we bemoan, unless love inks thoughts, till they’re perfected. Given this preamble, we can now see, that once our erst fears and desires are shorn, we dance to the rhythm of God’s supreme will, signalling that with His laws we agree, our false self dies and we’re here now reborn, drenched in bliss mists, simply by being still. 03-April-2023 ___________ I Died Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish HMS, Rhymezone