Within the depths of our being, where shadows loom,
Ego resides, a storm we must overcome.
An illusion of greatness, a fleeting temptation,
Its allure sets us ablaze, an inner damnation.
Throughout history, pride's remnants lie scattered,
Empires once thought eternal, by arrogance shattered.
But amidst the wreckage, a lesson unfolds,
Ego's grip destroys, its power never holds.
Avoid letting ego's walls soar too high,
For it stifles empathy, leaving spirits dry.
In the echo chamber of self-perceived might,
The world shrinks, obscuring vision and insight.
Seek humility instead, a constant guide,
In its gentle embrace, strength truly resides.
Ego's ruins may seem daunting and grand,
But humility's light casts shadows, reclaiming the land.
Cast aside ego's heavy crown,
Embrace humility, letting compassion flow down.
Unveiling the True Self,
Transcending the Boundaries of Ego.
About the Creator
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A young person overflowing with imagination and compassion seeks to create a positive impact on the world by expressing their creativity through meaningful actions.
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli2 days ago in Poets
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Nicely done