Soul seekers
My soul and ego are as intangibly
It varied as white wine and water.
I’m puzzled and drift through life
Observant for the soul
But it’s right there all the time.
I talk about trailing my soul
Nay that’s totally impossible.
I believe my soul will go to Heaven after I depart,
but the soul is already here….
My ego tries to gather me up.
It makes me feel special and secluded.
But what’s really happening?
I’m wind up being extremely insecure.
Perfect strangers laugh at me,
and suddenly the whole facade collapses.
There was never any shelter.
I’m never safe and tell jokes.
Jokes catch people off sentinel and make them laugh.
That’s not real happiness, but at least it offers a clue.
Authentic happiness is being at one with my soul.
A soul is everything that the ego is not.
When I play a role,
I know that the real me isn’t performing.
It’s watching, a bit engrossd keeping to itself.
You are standing at the doorway.
Behind me is the world I know,
That hides from fear and obeys the desires.
In front of me is the unknown.
The question is, will I step through the door safely?
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