This Ego has been bothering me lately. Every time I come up with something selfless, kind, or otherwise beautiful, the Ego tries to hijack the purity almost immediately.
Me: Hey, those lawn guys are having lunch, let me bring them some lemonade or something.
Ego: Yeah, they’d really like you if you did that. And you’d be such a nice person. You’re such a nice person already just for thinking about it. You should do stuff like this all the time. How come you don’t do stuff like this all the time?
Me: Let me go for a meditative walk this beautiful Sunday morning instead of sitting.
Ego: Yeah, you should do this every Sunday, this is nice! Oh someone’s coming, they’re going to see/hear you repeating mantra and wonder what you’re doing. They’re going to think you’re special. Hey, you’re special. 🙂
Ego always try to smile at the end..like we friends.
Anyway, Rumi has many things to say about the Ego, so I chose one:
(a poem by Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks)
A certain person came to the Friend’s door
The Friend answered, “Go away. There’s no place
for raw meat at this table.”
The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned
walked up and down in front of the Friend’s house,
“Who is it?”
“Please come in, my self,
there’s no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through
the eye of the needle.
It’s a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage.”