One architects empires of self,
the other opens to source.
One a tyrant of the crumbling I,
the other a vessel for the All.

Both born in the same womb,
Both living in the same flesh,
One must vanish for the other to flow.

In the war between Ego and Spirit,
liberation is nigh,
Forged through surrender,
holy energy is crowned.

For it's not living that makes the holder whole,
But dying to self,
When divinity calls and the ego falls.

The eternal dance between self and source, where true liberation lies not in building empires of identity, but in the sacred surrender that allows the divine to flow through us.

Mors Ego