Ego Dressings

We are told that we are broken,

and are instructed to look away

as “wound coverings”  are applied

so expertly

by Ego’s competent hands.

With what seems like loving patience,

It hides the wounds

that it, itself, has made.

 

Gauze and padding

is applied

layer,

by layer,

by layer,

creating a thick

and life absorbing dressing

over who we really are.

It looks neat.

It looks secure.

It looks like it will protect,

our vulnerable and tender flesh from

the dangerous world around us.

So we do not dare to peek at

what lay beneath,

at what we are told,

by Ego’s hissing reprimands,

is ugly and infected. 

 

Yet the dressing is so tight

and restricting,

limiting our movement,

preventing the life blood

from  turning our beings pink

with new growth,

making our bodies throb with pain,

while offering no hope of healing.

Something within tells us to

remove each layer…

though it stings to do so .

Something guides us to expose

the hidden flesh

to the air

that longs to caress it.

So we gingerly push

Ego’s prying hands aside

and we remove the dressing

bit by bit,

piece by piece,

 until what lay beneath can be seen,

until it can breathe,

until we can look down to  see

that no wounds were ever there.

All that is exposed is perfect Wholeness

and a light that shines ego away.

“Nothing real can be threatened.

Nothing unreal exists.

Therein lies the peace of God.”

Dale-Lyn 2018

 

I don't know ...again feel compelled to put this up but it will probably only stay up for a day.  I am feeling the sting right now of exposed flesh.  I may have taken the dressing off, knowing that it should be off, but boy does it sting!  Exposing myself through sloppy poetry is not going to help the sting lol.