Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: ego

Armor of Heart

The ego cannot be conquered by the will alone. You may slay self-seeking and self serving thoughts one at a time, with the blade of your will. But they will continue to arise as long as you wield the blade of reason alone. Victory is won only when armored with a heart that loves others at least as much as the self.

The Burden of Being Me

Lord
relieve me
from the burden
of being me.

God
allow me to
rest in
thy being.

Lord
permit
my ego
to die.

God
grant your
presence
within me.

Lord
may the distinctions
betwixt us
be none.

God
may I walk
blissfully
within thee.

Lord
may we
at last
be one.

The Shadow of the Self

The shadow
of the self
remains hidden
in darkness.

Guarded
and preserved
by egotistical
pride.

Enabled
by self-delusion
and little
white lies.

Dare
that I look
darkness
in the eyes.

For it is me
that I see
which cowers
and hides.

Excreting
shame
in the absence
of light.

Hidden
only from
willfully blind
eyes.

Revealed
only by senses
which see
without sight.

Evil is a Delusion of the Soul

Evil
is a delusion
of the soul.

Born of an
uncomprehending
heart.

Perpetuated
by the ego’s
desire for
gratification.

Deluded
dreams
of separate
beings.

Create
perceptions
of separation
to justify hatred.

Manifesting
as violent action
for the ego’s
gratification.

We are never
more separate
than when causing
another being harm.

We are never
more deluded
than when ignoring
another being’s pain.

Evil
is a delusion
of the soul.

Emerging from Cocoons

We are
awakening
one being
at a time.

In different ways
to different degrees
at different times
to the same reality.

We are
learning
the wisdom
of the heart.

We are
realizing
the folly
of egotistical desires.

We are butterflies
emerging from cocoons
marveling at our wings.

Joyous
that we did not
transform alone.

We fly together
Earth bound forms
merely a dream.

Children of the Mind

Children
of the mind
fill our lives.

Hungry
for whatever
we have.

Craving
most of all
our attention
and time.

Demanding
that we know
and defend
their names.

Identity
money
and fame.

Ego’s spawn
will take all
that  you have
and become
all that you are.

 

Monuments Built to Ego

All bodies know
they are subject
to  decay.

Yet identity
seeks existence
beyond death.

Endowing
more durable forms
with a sense of self.

Defeating briefly
time’s inevitable
decay.

Monuments
built to ego
scar the land.

Polluting
the water
soil and
air.

Despoiling life
to sustain
life’s illusion.

All beings die
but all identities
fear death.

Remember me
they cry
throughout time.

Remember
the I that was
but can no longer be.

God of My Heart

God
of my
heart.

I join
my purpose
with
thy will.

Make of
my crude
soul
thy divine
flame.

Break open
my calloused
heart
that I
may express
thy
love.

I sacrifice
my selfish
desires
and striving
ego
on the
alter
of thy
grace.

I extinguish
ambition’s
embers
and selfish
longing.

That I
may lose
myself
in thy
infinite
creation.

I forfeit
the I
that
I am.

That I
may
become
fate’s tool.

Instrument
of thy
will.

Bearer
of thy
love.

Sun
of thy
morning.

Servant
of thy
infinite
creation.

A Western Heretic

I am a western heretic; having lost faith in the religion of my people, that constant technological progress is necessary and universally good.  Our creations reflect our inner nature, and we cannot escape spiritual infancy with technological maturity.

We built a world on the foundation of the ego’s never ending want. A world premised, on the externalization of identity and a rejection of the present moment. We built a world to divert our anxious minds, and give comfort to our decaying flesh. Abandoning inward seeking for outward buying, selling, and coveting.

The seeker became the consumer, and from cradle to grave remained an infant all his days.

We got lost in time; mourning the traumas of the past, and intermittently dreading and hoping for a non-existent future. Abdicating the present moment, which upon inspection, is never lacking.

We built a world that produces misery, in all its varied and sundry forms. Vainly hoping that one form will be better than the last, and will satisfy for a time the ego’s endless craving.

We are ugly inside; filled with envy, greed, fear, and hate. So we built an ugly world, that reflects our inner nature, in amplified and varying forms.