2012-01-30T23:10:38-08:00January 30th, 2012|Musings on life|

In defense of the ego

I don’t understand the itch
to get out from underneath
the ego

they speak of
as though it is has a sweetness
all its own

but who will be there
to taste it

if you are nothing.

I forgive mine
its brashness
the way it clings to ideas
and budges
to the front of the line

I am grateful for its seat
giving me audience with life

and awed
that it doesn’t believe
in death.

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