a glimpse of bliss
knowing myself as starlit night
and wild expansiveness—
no coincidence my ego
wasn’t there to enjoy it
October 16, 2015 by Rosemerry
a glimpse of bliss
knowing myself as starlit night
and wild expansiveness—
no coincidence my ego
wasn’t there to enjoy it
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bliss, ego, loss of the separate self, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
Ha! A good and unexpected turn at the end.
What anon said. ego is containment. you are uncontained.
“Adios, separated [ego], hello big [universe].”