Ego

Watch how in comes marching in
As you open your morning eyes
And assess the late, late night
And your battle-hungry cries.

Watch how it slithers and writhes
Beneath your mind's skin;
Constantly poised to do battle
Against your timeless spirit within.

Let not your guard fall down
Lest you fill yourself to the brim
With the hatreds and the judgements
And all other things that they call sin.

I’ve seen it snuggle up
And I’ve seen it force its way in
Where Beauty and Truth doth reign;
Only to be dethroned again.

Therefore, cultivate your Garden of Spirit.
Work long hours day and night
To keep out the Weeds of Indifference
And to pick off the Stones of Might.

For in so doing you will come to know
That truth lies beyond reason
And your spirit that is your own garden
Will grow no matter what the season.