Egocide
Your True Prison
Egocide
The brain is not
your prison
Nor your skull
its walls —
these are
Ego walls
Opinions and beliefs
the bricks
Hungers and desires
the mortar
It feeds on thought
It drinks conviction
It breathes the very
need to be
Dead set on survival
at any cost
It will fight you
all the way
Deprive it of thought
even for a moment
and it will buck
and squirm
Discern and uproot
its many convictions
and watch it desiccate
Follow the ego-less air
at your nostrils
as it begins to fade
Be but air —
no thought
no dream
no Me
and the Ego
will starve
to death
© Wolfstuff
