death to ego

let me soar

upon the wings of the wind,

to feel what it is to be without a body.

let me dive

below the surface of the sea,

to live inside alluring colors with creatures of the deep.

let me dissolve

into liquid light,

to fill the space between the sound.

have you ever had a spiritual experience in which you occupied a place void of space an time? void of physical manifestation? void of anything that is familiar and “true” or “real” in this perceived reality? that was a disembodiment of the Self, the soul, it was a death of your ego and therefore an awakening to the light inside of you which we refer to vaguely as love. yet, love is only a symbol, a representation of something we can’t quite put into words. love is an experience of Oneness with the universe and everything within. love is when each leaf on the tree is an extension of your fingernails, when each beast is an essential part of your family, when all the stars in the sky are simply an outward projection of what exists inside of you. love is the realization and internalization of the fact that what exists inside of you also exists inside of me.

“It’s not a question of being in Love with someone. It’s a question of being Love.”

– Osho

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