Truth hides in the layers
twisting in corners and running in circles unable to get to the point.
Ego thinks it is Truth
it grows significant and thick, always in control, it thinks falsely
ego does not know its limits even while standing in front of the depths.
I exist in abstraction.
Ego takes the pen and taps, taps, taps to bring
the most eloquent, visceral, enchanting words to mind
the paper in front might as well be the ego - empty.
‘I’m so special and yet so universal.’ it thinks,
‘look at me in my beauty and glory, and yet pain is also known to me
all too well, therefore, I am noble.’
The ego continues to swell.
'I walked the roads in reckless abandon.
I came back with a smile on my face and Truth in my eyes,
I breathed pain, my own and others’. I see so clearly’, the ego believes blindly.
We sit cross-legged, facing each other. The teacher says, ‘look into my left eye,
through your left eye, this is where the soul resides’.
The I that exists in abstraction looks cautiously through the corner,
Then opens wide, and sees intensity. Of the teacher or I, she knows not.
The ego is strong and doesn’t like to play games
but the teacher knows the Truth, he looks through his left eye,
into the left of mine, where the soul resides.
The Truth lies in the layers.
The layers are ego, its fear to be seen
not as beauty and glory and courage
but as the intensity of a newborn’s scream.