Egoïste – 17

extend His rope

When the fire of this world,
bellows it’s breath in your face,
allow it to.

Let it burn you enough,
so that you may long for its exit,
and back to the source of all comfort.

We’re insatiable creatures,
limited by superficial observances,
and experiences,
felt through the skin,
relying on the senses to guide us through,
but we end up disappointing ourselves,
over and over.

We dull our souls,
and numb our hearts,
to the exclusivity of worshipping our minds,
our intellects.

Ego has no limit,
it will indulge,
until it kills you,
whilst you walk alive.

Kill it instead, to live.

When it dies,
inevitably, it will be slow and painful,
you begin to revel in the pain.

Sadistic to a tee,
you’ll welcome the pain,
as the familiarity of cleansing,
visits you.

You learn that pain is expiation,
suffering is expiation,
grief is expiation,
but revelling in the expiation itself,
is arrogance, avoid that.

Once the trivialities are out of the way,
the fog will clear,
and the rope will be apparent.

All along it was there,
dangling before you,
waiting for you to clasp it,
and climb towards Him.

-W.E.

 

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