Consciousness is magic
in itself
beyond
the scope of the ego
suffering
consists of projections
pretty (pitiful|perfect) pictures
fade
in an instant
of I can't believe
it's not better for me
& me & me & me
as compared to you
other in this kind of illusory
illustration of life
according to you
& you & you & you
who
knows.
Let ego go.
Discover what the self is
for you
not as body-mind
not as intersectionality on
acid
reflux of representation
weeds
in the garden of consciousness
that make us
do
& do & do & do,
“Do you Boo!”
crows.
Let ego go.
Beatitude is bounty
untold,
baffles
but is
yet unknown to the I
complainant
covered up
in functions of chatter
I am (not) this
I am (not) that
I am (not) someone else,
an—other
silly storm staged
at the surface of that deep sea
w/ stark, stoic (sweet)
stillness
below
each banter,
mere bravado
blows.
Let ego go.
For we create the box
which we think ourselves
into,
transcend it
discover
an interest in what the self
is
really is
what is it, in which the ego
takes root
what is it, in which the ego
lies, as
individual selfhood
concepts of separation
delusions
propel us away
from cosmic reality
w/o all struggling
that stifles
slow.
Let ego go.
Let consciousness
reorganize your self
into a true self-awareness
that all there is
is consciousness
all we are, are bubbles of birth-to-death
in the waves of consciousness
luminous spray
(no substance at all)
burst in delight over
& over & over & over again,
glow.
Let ego go.
Why miss out
on all this magic
to transform so
set self-inquiry in motion
look inwards
drill down
into the dark depths
of self
burrow so deeply
into
the
ego
so
as
to come out the other side, then, dissolve
into infinity—limitless emptiness and potency
of I am I am I am I am I am I...
ad infinitum
realize the true nature
of your
Godself
flow.
Let ego go.