I lay there in this wonderful place
Around me there is no time, just space
My body lets go of the world that I’m in
I let go of my ego, that troublesome thing.
The ego is not stable, it says what’s not true, and it keeps me from peace, from the wonderful you.
I can leave the ego at any time, but I was taught to believe that the ego is mine.
It is just a recording that is in my brain, which plays the same negatives over again.
Its drives me nuts and sometimes crazy
But the stories sound as fresh as a daisy.
I listen to them as if they are new,
But the stories are a repeat and not always true.
If I asked the ego, who are you talking to?
It never answers, “I am talking to you.”
That is when I recognise the divide and a split from the ego goes on inside.
Our egos are not stable; it creates a story, a saying, and a label.
Like the ‘not been good enough’ that is not true, but if I don’t have a good enough story,
How can I give one to you?
We hear ego stories and we hold them inside,
Sometimes with dislike them, or hold them with pride,
People say, what’s been said to them and we repeat these stories over again.
My ego feeds off of my interest. I give notoriety to this pest.
The world is made up of an ego state; it tells us a story,
It predicts our fate.
But can this story be really true?
When the ego is not you?
When I let it go and remove the vail. I observe its lies and never ending tale.
The feelings that come along are the ego too, that’s what makes the stories feel true.
If we eat unhealthy food it shapes, our health, our body, and mood.
That is the same for the psychological food.
How much did you feed yourself today, and give your egoic brain to play?
How many other egos do you listen to?
That change your mood and shape you?
Reconcile and release, don’t blame the ego, send it peace.
The ego thoughts are like clouds in the sky, they often change and pass you bye.
Another cloud may come and look the same, let it pass when it comes again.
I listened to the world outside of me that told me what I am and who I should be. That creates anxiety.
Maybe it’s not true,
I was born to do me and not to do you,
To do what others said I should do.
Maybe that is an egoic story that you told to me,
Because that egoic story was told to you?