Attending the Funeral of Your Ego. A Poem

Attending the Funeral of Your Ego

Know the witnessing of the death
of your ego and its funeral service
tears of relief will slide
off the cheek into the 
deep ocean of peace

Suffering no longer belongs
in the space of the inner world
it faded away to nothingness
like an exhausted nightmare
like an itch from a mosquito bite 
or foggy hours lifting in the morn.

Beliefs in the mind lie in ruins
in the coffin at the funeral
with the casket remaining open
no arising of old ways to influence 
no lid to nail down.

Nothing will ever be the same again
grip ends on birth, ageing and death 
no more accidents, misfortune
bad luck, chance or fate 
with weight of karma vanquished
troubles transformed into insight.

Ego’s passing welcomes the
gods, angels, humans, devils,
creatures amidst their dwellings 
in the earth-air-heat-water, 
found in diversity of abodes
once hidden from knowing
nothing is like it was before
when your ego haunted the earth.

Question the puppet masters
who fashion the false gods - 
politicians, ceos, film stars
pop stars, sports stars, influencers 
plus tragic plight of enslaved 1% 
What happened to balloon their egos?
Will their influence hide behind your back?
You will find their emptiness shares 
with yours in the pockets of 
ego's funeral costume.

You no longer offer your children
to the false gods in public office
who sacrifice  your youngsters
to defend the indefensible.
You will no longer tell your family
you must protect your children
from the ravages of the enemy
by placing them in firing range.

Your old love became a slave to ego
in the name of such love
you despatched your children
when their time came to fight
to kill other children, to maim them
blind them, make them suffer
your children came home in coffins
wounded, traumatised, suicidal, a
weird confirming of parental love.

You left your ego behind at the 
funeral service to the binary world
to liberate love from fragmentation
our children belong to all seen
in the faces of all - everywhere.

The Gods feel deep sadness at
terror’s descent on families, the
Gods reach out beyond arm’s length
who brought you back to life.
You listen to the Gods of Love
who express their undivided power
so children can dance together
like flocks of evening starlings
for the happy gaze of families.

On this enlivened Earth with
the ego made buried and barren 
Gods speak to you as you sit
at the foot of the tree; you hear a
God’s voice arising from the roots
hidden now reveals the extra-ordinary.

Child murmers words from the beyond
tawny owl calls you in the silence 
of the night with a revelation
a caring cow looks into your eyes
to share her feelings for her calfs
a heavenly star drops into your 
palm to catch a cherished moment.

Gifts limitless await you after the 
funeral of the decease of inept ego
to offer freely in myriad ways a
priceless sharing of unformed jewels
the Earth has opened itself up
in the beauty of unimaginable ways
to reveal a life dedicated to service
ordained fearless and free.

A single gong will confirm the timeless
and you will know confirmations
of the big bang in ways unheard of
infinity reveals itself in every breath
in every drop of rain while one word 
in a poem lights up heaven.

Know the witnessing of the death
of your ego and its funeral service.

Oh, the wonder of it all.

May all beings feel the grace of the breeze on the cheek
May all beings know the emptiness of ego
May all beings know the response to a remarkable illumination.

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