The egg is a casing, fine and fragile
Inside there is life
We see the outer membrane, white and hard
Easily cracked – temper exploding
And it reminds me
The exterior is not all there is.
A soul dwells deep within
No soft fluffy chick, given
But still, there lies within all of us, more than this thin veneer of changing myth that we show to the world
Hard and white
Easily cracked
The egg is the ego veneer, beneath which lies more
I doubt they even know it
And yet
Tumbling off the bench explosion
Splat all over the floor
Now what did I do that for?
Try and find something deeper
Some eggs are empty, barren and deserted
Looking further just leaves the observer hurting
Reminded, that truly it is only ourselves that we can confidently explore
All else is merely assumption and illusion
*Don’t make the mistake of trying to reflect for someone else. Humans are incredibly complicated, we can only ever change our own behaviour and explore our own thinking.
