Ego Masquerading As God
Riding the wind
with no knowledge of destination
only that there was a beginning
and that at some unknown time
there will be an ending of this journey
but not really and ending
as the soul is outside of time.
Moments of calm settle the soul
into human form, sometimes as man
sometimes as woman, a brief time
before another stirring into
another time-limited edition
in another body.
Soul comes from somewhere
and returns there a timeless and formless
and egoless presence.
But for a brief span
in the body of a woman or man
ego claims dominion and
proclaims itself god.