Out of the Ego

Out of the ego and into the soul.
Falling from the heights to depths
forever unimagined. Amid a pageant
of perspective mockery. The steps
that we must take can't wait for
someone else to understand.

Invisible, the hands that guide.
A welcome waits upon the other side.
Mists drifting in upon an endless breeze.
A dampness reaching from some great
deep freeze. The fire subdued into
a glowing ember. Wishing only for
another touch of wayward tenderness.

To linger in the feeling of it all.
Backdrop of pure nature's ways.
Waves rise and fall while endless rays
of light create another brilliant weave.
Just before the longing and the grief
begin again.

Out of the ego and into the soul.
Falling from the heights to depths
forever unimagined. Amid a pageant
of perspective mockery. The steps
that we must take can't wait for
someone else to understand.

Politics bring misery. The thunder
of the crowds is fading fast.
There, within their measured love,
so anchored in the past.
While the gist of every moment
of experience lives on into forever.

Fever-bright, the light at first seems
threatening. Look deeper and
the golden glow of healing ascends.
Out of the ego and into the soul.
Drifting in the mists of the unknown.
The whole is waiting still, to find you there...

? Michaelette ?

8/11/2003
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