Ego
Is me
In front of me
Blocking me
Preventing me
From seeing
Anything else
When I look at you
I see me
When I look around
A thousand meeeeeees
Spring up
A forest
Of trees
Falling
For the sake of me
And I’ve had enough
Buddha said if you see your beloved on the path
Kill them
Again and again
The violent death
And
If I have to ascend
By climbing the corpses of the ones I killed
Let it be me
And me only
Put to the sword
Every
Single
Time
#there is nothing wrong with entrepreneurship and hustle but what I tire very quickly of, is my own voice. That’s why I enjoy the magazine so much
It’s other people’s voices and they are each so interesting
I can write poetry about what I learn about myself time and time again here on the blog
But in the end I’m muttering away about me and even though one humans experience resonates with many
The path is circular
I’ve learnt more lately about myself then at any other time, because I’m continually shoving myself out into the world
And shutting the door
Back I return
In meditation
A bit beaten up
And compassion brings me home, gives me a hug
I hate social media and the whole “putting yourself out there”
And yet I have to – that’s the life of an indie author and poet – indie anything – you have to own it
Or else you may as well just sit in the dark and mumble to self
Which is again, merely a different conversation with ego
That is the ego who is afraid of failure because of what it will do your ego
Pfffffft!
Every bloody turn is the plight of our ego – which is why it’s such an important spiritual battle
What I’m learning is that doubt which has always been my enemy
Is actually now my friend
It is the droll voice of my real self
Whispering
“Don’t be a dickhead Kate”
And I have to laugh
Yes
Let’s not
On any level
Be a dickhead Kate.
