It's myopic to claim
We're not all the same.
Separation always holds sway
If vanity's call that
Our Self controls all
Means ambition is chased every day.
This illusion of ' I '
Distorts how we try
To see we aren't seperate at all.
If we are, there's a ' Them ' -
That's the Ego again
Raising reasons for ultimate fall.
We stay empty inside,
Inflated with pride,
Forgiving not ' other ' or ' self '.
Inner growth brings the need
To foster real seed,
Sprouting spirit of far greater wealth.
When Ego holds court
We're easily bought,
Relinquishing choices for good.
Learning how to let go
Will inevitably show
An Ego, at last understood.
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