THE SELF AND THE EGO

My true self was a mystery,

veiled by my ego,

It wanted to be free,

How, I didn't know.



I went to God's House,

I prayed and I prayed,

The truth remained veiled,

And I felt betrayed.



Then in a flash,

A voice in me whispered,

Forget you are Naveed,

And veil will be lifted.



In Naveed lives He,

The Great Almighty,

Shed off the ego

And see His beauty.



Naveed is the ego,

It is the veil,

That hides us all,

From God, our Master.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Naveed is my middle name or sometimes it is a part of my first name Muhammad.
A mystical rambling in a bid to seek answers to some questions.

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palewingedpoetess's picture

Someone who understands we are not our name and the identity we were given since birth. I'm nearly swooning now! and you figured this out 8 years ago tonight and I just so happen to read this poem 8 years later to the night. NO coincidence would dare step between us at this late date. I loved this poem to the point my soul wanted to kiss yours. you know who.......... so why type it? lol

Mylastdyingbreath Azrael:'s picture

good stuff well a bit strange

Amberlee Carter's picture

Rich in depth...
I can relate:)
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