Cremate your self
Before you die
So truth may live
Illusions fry
Let’s travel
the path
Your hand in mine
Til it’s time
to let go
Trust
you’ll be fine
A poem about ego dissolution. The ‘self’ I’m referring to is the ego identity we have formed to play the game of life. It’s one of many poems I wrote over a pretty intense period. Hence the somewhat serious tone. It’s going to take a lot of trust to surrender this identity, but it is inevitable so we might as well do it before we kick the bucket.
