Born for Greatness
Even when I struggle
I don’t seem to get away from you
Though painful, you are addictive
I feel the rebellion in my hands as I write
I don’t want to accept my love for you
For pain is the interpretation of the ego
I want to be consummated for it
Be seen for it like a wounded child
Yes, the wounded child is coming out
Throwing tantrums for your attention
Yet you just watch like a masterful parent
Waiting for the ego to fizzle out
Yet the blaze keeps going
Turning on different colours to mask the shame
For why would the ego go to these lengths?
To fight the soul on its way up?
The soul engages it not
For in its sleep the ego became the boss
Identifying with things, people and places
Losing the self in the mix
But now the drums of awakening beat
Sounding the alarm to awaken
For all sleeping souls on the planet
To put the ego in its place
Why must I hide in something obviously foul
Must I continue to live in deceit?
For the comforts of ego’s play
No, my beloved I must plod on
Though the journey is long
And I am weary of the trials
I must keep the work going
I must keep the faith
The nature of your love is such
Tender and forgiving
Always with a place for the tired
But how do I know my place in your heart
Look deeper, look deeper within
For who I am is you
Drop any identity and the doors open
For that is the garbage you are laden with
Come naked as a new born
That is the only way to start anew
Trust the universe to do the rest
You were born for greatness
Linzo
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