Ego wants me to be afraid,
It wants me to feel the hate –
To make so real the dream,
And make eternal Light in me to dim.
Ego wants me to forget,
Distracts me with things it wants me to get –
And it suggests – so cunningly and sweet,
Where outside of God my happiness I’ll meet.
But I refuse to look and make it real,
For I am Love, I am in God.
It thinks the Truth is kept concealed,
But for illusions I care not.
It will not listen, nor understand
The Truth I see from where I stand.
Ego wants me to put the blame,
And then it makes me feel the shame.
It needs the conflict to exist –
To hold me always in its mist.
And it won’t listen, nor respect,
The Truth which I stand to protect.
Yes, ego wants so much,
But most of all, it is afraid –
For it is, but a crutch,
I seemingly have made.