Ego Ego God of the Jungle

In the Jungle of the World

and the tangle of the Senses

we build us huts

of mud and heartache

and make (and mend) our fragile fences.

"This is ME! This is MINE!"

is the burden of our song.




We cannot see, still less define,

that pain and sorrow prove us wrong.

This is NOT mine, this is NOT me,

is the beginning of our Sanity.




Letting go of what does not concern us

leaves that alone which, meddled with,

will burn us.

The Law is mirror-like in its precision

and its simplicity needs no revision;

that Good breeds Good

and Evil has its price;

that Virtue is its own reward.

And so is Vice.




That all things pass away,

from butterflies to stars,

and though the World's a prison

it's the Mind that makes the bars.