Cremate Yourself (not literally)

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

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.

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