The Ego – Walls

He whom I enclose with my name

is weeping in this dungeon.

I am ever busy building this wall all around;

 and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day

I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall,

and I plaster it with dust and sand –

lest a least hole should be left in this name;

and for all the care I take

I lose sight of my true being.


Rabindranath Tagore

(title by Sitara)

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