Thursday, April 3, 2008


My ego is the self I seem to be,
But I’m the rider; ego is my horse,
The one you see. (I’m cloaked in mystery
And represent connection to our Source.)

I cannot go about without my horse,
Which I must train and handle mindfully,
For left alone it’s prone to stray off course,
Yet proper discipline can set it free.

Another paradox is when it’s strong,
My ego has the courage to be meek,
Though when it’s weak it does the gravest wrong,
Believing that it’s separate and unique.

What ego needs to learn before it’s done
Is that essentially we are all One.