Wednesday, 16 May 2012 18:03

Pop Goes the Ego Weasel

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Hanging on to the ego continues
to be the modus operandi,
ever less, but still…
it can feel depressing, the dark night of the soul…
snap out of it.
I am not on this path to dwell in the hard way,
but the easy path…
joy, wonderment, astonishment, Self-realization…

The Power of Love is boggling the ego mind.
I feel as if I am carrying
a ton of bricks inside my head …
the question I had which didn’t get asked…
This fear of true Love
by the ego (God is dead, man is dead)…
it doesn’t know Love, it will never know Love,
it can only confuse it with desire,
a keg of detonating explosives…
fool, fool, foolish for ever believing it could exist,
at the level of ego.
The baby thrown out with the bath water;
and now recuperating the baby, the innocent fool,
unstained by sanskaras and karma…
pure, purna, unscathed.
Silence the mind
and Love in its essence shall be known,
before any deformations of the whole took place.
Then why the resistance to silence?
Pop goes the weasel…

All around the mulberry bush
the monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop the monkey mind
and all of its lower chakra jouis-sens…
God help, because I can’t do it…
yet, isn’t it right there, just below the surface?
OK. Don’t take it easy on this ego.
It would be a good time for a session.
Looking forward to sharing the laughter
in the abyss,
soon, please...

--Marjiva
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