Laugh when people accuse me,
Of ego.
Clueless to my journey.
Ignorant of this brutal path.
How many ego deaths by now?
Which selves have I slaughtered?
Just.
Shut.
Up.
Must remain stoic.
That old saying comes to mind:
“Lions do not concern themselves,
With the opinions of sheep.”
…
I’m no lion.
Which Selves Have I Slaughtered?
