(to have artwork some day, ala Dr. Suess)
We walked down the road, my ego and me,
That is, until mom convinced me,
To pick up that load and let it decide
We had to run, we had to hide.
The more it rode, the more it wanted,
Until it felt normal for It to decide;
Until It had total control of my life
And less of Me was left to bide.
The Ego it hid behind my name,
And took my face, and played the Game.
The Game it played was oh so serious,
As if It mattered...and then I got curious.
The Ego It ranted and raved about life,
And scared strong men, and felt It was right.
The Ego loved pain, and strife, and feared
That all would be lost, and nothing was clear.
Until one day, I blinked My eyes,
And noticed--how separate from my Ego was I.
I thought and thought, and wondered and mused,
If I am not me, then what do I choose?
CAN I choose to go on, without pain and strife?
CAN I choose Love, and start to live Life?
What if I am just my Ego, I cried?
What if I am, said my Ego—do i die?
My Ego was shaken, and trembled, and moaned,
It was a terrible site, for a woman so grown.
I ordered it OUT, and it fled in fear,
But stood by my bed, and begged to be near.
I sent it away then, it looked sad and lost.
I then lived My life—but at such a cost.
Fearless and brave, I tried out new things.
Fearless and carefree, it had such a ring!
One of those fearless moments came then,
At a time when I should have my ego as friend.
My ignorance led to more pain than I’d known,
And Death came to kiss me, to ask me to go.
To give up would be easier,
And better somehow,
But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t,
Not then, and not now.
I learned then about how the ego was formed,
About it’s great use, about it’s great harm.
I let it back in, in it’s rightful place,
As a warning about dangers, not just to save face.
My ego now sits and obeys Me and minds.
My ego is grateful, and loving, and kind.
I love my Life now, with the new freedom it has.
I love my new freedoms, and I seldom get mad.
My Path through the painful existence I’d wrought,
Is offered to you here as more than a thought.
If your ego becomes way too large and a pain,
Remember my story and think yet again…
The ego has reason, a place in the Game,
The ego’s job is to warn, and so must remain.
But beware it’s great tendency now and again,
To grab all it can, to become a big pain.
Never let it be Ego that commands your great Spirit,
For only the great “I” knows how best to steer it!
© 2006 Valerie Olmsted
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