Death of ego, dance of personality, discovery of soul
First my ego had to die It was a violent death that lasted many years Sometimes hilarious like the Monty Python skit “tis but a scratch!” my ego yelled Other times dark and depressing as the shadow aspects of my ego learned to hid among the corpses of past selves Until I realized that it was my ego who was so intent on killing all aspects of itself so that the best of it could become King And so I learned that the death of my ego had to be a surrender, not a war.
Soon thereafter I began to dance with my personality Watching her spin and transform Letting me lead and learning to celebrate my steps Seducing me slowly and all at once With all that is good and right Plus a few invitations that were neither good nor right But in those moments felt like me I've learned to take a deep breath when my personality takes my hand So I can be sure not to get lost in her many magnificent movements
Somewhere beneath that pile of ego deaths Tip-toe-ing with a flourish above the fray I beg God to be able of discovering my soul Perhaps not all of it at once But just enough for today To carry me through one more death And one more dance Closer to truth