In days of yore when gods and men were close,
And mountains sang their tales of ancient woes,
There walked a mortal, proud and full of might,
A soul enraptured by the sun’s warm light.
His name was Ego, strong in heart and mind,
A figure tall, with visage bold and kind.
Upon the hills, where cedar trees stood tall,
He roamed in search of wisdom’s solemn call.
Yet in his breast, a chasm deep did grow,
A void of soul that only he could know.
In solitude, he heard the whispers near,
Of separateness that breeds the deepest fear.
“O Ego, why dost thou walk alone?”
The winds would whisper in a mournful tone.
“Thy path is lit by pride’s unyielding flame,
Yet shadows linger, calling out thy name.”
In Delphi’s shrine, he sought the oracle’s sight,
To fathom secrets hidden from his light.
The priestess spoke with riddles, sage and true,
Of bonds unseen, and hearts that beat anew.
“To know thyself, dear Ego, is thy quest,
But in thy knowing, others are suppressed.”
From Pythian heights, he ventured to the sea,
To fathom depths of human mystery.
The waves, they crashed, in endless cyclic dance,
Reflecting back his image at a glance.
“Am I alone?” he cried into the deep,
But only echoes did his question keep.
Through forests dark, where ancient oaks entwine,
He journeyed on, in search of the divine.
The fauns and nymphs would flee his shadowed stride,
For in his eyes, they saw the chasm wide.
One eve, beneath the starry velvet sky,
He met a sage, whose gaze was calm and high.
“Why dost thou wander, spirit unconfined?
What is it, Ego, that thou seek’st to find?”
The sage inquired with a voice like spring,
A sound that made the very heavens sing.
“I seek to understand,” said Ego proud,
“To grasp the truth, beyond this mortal shroud.”
The sage then smiled, a knowing, gentle grace,
And touched his heart, beneath the starlit space.
“In seeking truth, thyself thou hast enshrined,
But wisdom’s light in unity is mined.
The self and others, intertwined they weave,
A tapestry of life that none can cleave.
In separateness, the ego’s bounds are set,
But true enlightenment in love is met.”
The words they pierced, like arrows to his soul,
And in that moment, Ego felt whole.
The walls he built, of pride and self-defense,
Came tumbling down, in humbling recompense.
He saw the world with newfound, gentle eyes,
Where every soul a spark of truth belies.
In every being, a fragment of the whole,
A mirror to reflect the deepest soul.
No longer bound by ego’s iron chain,
He felt the unity, the sacred gain.
The stars above did shine with brighter light,
As Ego’s heart embraced the boundless night.
The gods did smile, from high Olympian throne,
To see a mortal heart thus overthrown.
And so, in mythic lands where legends weave,
The tale of Ego, and his soul’s reprieve,
Reminds us all, in separateness we’re lost,
But in unity, the bounds of self are crossed.
Through life’s vast seas, and earth’s uncharted land,
Together, hand in hand, we understand.
For in the heart of every living soul,
Resides the key to make the spirit whole.
Author Bio
Jaideep Khanduja is a distinguished poet, writer, storyteller, and blogger recognized for his evocative prose and insightful narratives. His talent for weaving words into vivid tapestries allows him to explore the depths of human emotion and experience with lyrical beauty and profound themes. Khanduja's works have garnered acclaim in contemporary literature circles, establishing him as a celebrated voice. Through his blog, he continues to inspire and connect with readers globally, sharing unique perspectives and literary creations that resonate deeply.
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