Lost in Ego, Strayed in Illusion

In the silence of my soul, I heard a voice,
A whisper shaped by every choice.
It echoed loud in the halls of pride,
Where truth was small, and self was wide.

The mirror showed a kingly face,
But not the cracks, nor the empty space.
I crowned myself with silent screams,
A ruler lost in hollow dreams.

I spoke of love but sought applause,
Wrapped wisdom in a selfish cause.
Every gesture, every thought,
A coin for praise that I had bought.


I built a shrine of “I” and “Me,”
And called it truth, and called it free.
But freedom bound in ego's chain
Is just another form of pain.

The world, I thought, revolved around
My steps, my rise, my sacred ground.
But stars don't blink for just one eye,
Nor does the earth heed one lone sigh.

I met a soul who smiled so still,
Whose words could bend the strongest will.
He spoke of peace, of letting go,
Of melting frost, of inner glow.

But I, too proud to bow or bend,
Dismissed him like a passing friend.
For truth when served with humble grace
Is hard to bear for ego’s face.


I walked the paths of gold and dust,
Chased every dream, broke every trust.
I climbed high towers built on lies,
And kissed my mask 'neath broken skies.

Illusion was my closest kin,
A veil I wore to hide my sin.
I called it strength to never weep,
Yet cried alone in shallow sleep.

The stars grew dim, the nights grew long,
I hummed my own deceiving song.
The silence deepened in my chest,
Where once I held the sun and rest.

Then came a moment, sharp and clear,
The breath of truth brushed by my ear.
It asked me, soft, "Where is your soul?"
And pointed gently to the hole.


I saw then all the games I played,
The kind words sharp as hidden blade.
The friends I used, the love I sold,
The tender hearts I left so cold.

And with that glance into the deep,
My pride began to crack and weep.
The throne I made from lies and fear
Collapsed like ash when truth came near.

I wandered far into the night,
With nothing left, no wrong or right.
The stars above began to hum,
A lullaby of things to come.

For loss, it seems, is often grace—
The falling down, the slowing pace.
In shattered pride, I found the key
To something vast, to being free.

I met myself beneath a tree,
A version that I used to be—
So wild, so small, yet full of light,
Untouched by ego’s climbing fight.

He asked me why I wore a crown
That weighed me more than lifted down.
Why I feared to kneel or cry,
Why I feared to even try.

And in that moment, dawn appeared,
The sky grew bright, the dark had cleared.
I shed the names, the titles worn,
The masks that left my spirit torn.

I whispered truths I long denied,
To that small self who never lied.
And he forgave without a word—
In silence, something deep was heard.


I walked now with a lighter tread,
No need to boast, no need to dread.
The world no longer was my stage,
But a boundless book, page by page.

I saw the beggar and the priest
Both with the same divine feast.
The stars bowed not to pride or pain,
But shined on all with no disdain.

I drank from streams of selfless thought,
And learned the peace that can't be bought.
In giving, I became more whole,
In losing “me,” I found my soul.

No longer did I seek the throne,
Or chase applause that fades when flown.
For in the quiet, I had found
The only truth—love, wide and sound.

And yet, the ego waits, it sleeps,
It stirs in dreams and sometimes creeps.
But now I know its shifting face,
Its hunger, hollow, craving grace.

I greet it not with sword or flame,
But call it gently by its name.
“I see you, shadow, old and worn—
You taught me well, but now I’m born.”

Born again in every breath,
In life, in loss, in pain, in death.
For death is not the end, I see—
But letting go of who I “be.”


So here I stand, no gold, no chain,
No lust for fame, no fear, no gain.
Just one with wind, with stars, with sea—
A soul unmasked, at last, set free.

Let this be written, let it stay:
That ego fades, and hearts may stray,
But love—the silent, burning core—
Will guide us home forevermore.