A Rock Can Think? I Doubt... Poem by saranyan bee

He said,
‘Ego is a difficult path’,

so I unburden myself of it.

He didn’t say,
“Unburdening is more difficult.”

So I try, trying is trying.

I don’t know if a rock can think,
feel or burden itself with ego,
I will never know.

If it does indeed,
would want to be a fine statue,

like the Sphinx in Egypt
majestic in the stillness of sand,

or the frolic in a courtesan’s muslin
be her contour for ever,

a venerated idol in the venerated alter
not taken by the marauder.

We know not for sure,
a rock can think, I doubt,

unburden itself off the ego;

but by
the eccentricity of providence,

be the less difficult path
spread over the arduous miles
in a well travelled road.