Sonnet

O that today you would listen to his voice.
Harden not your hearts.
Everything is our choice.
We can avoid worrying about stings and darts.

I dreamt that I saw my ego as a great pile of detritus .
I could see it physically mounting up.
Money, property, memories, exciting and tedious.
Loves, family, dislikes, ambition, hopes, and fears filling my cup.

In the dream this pile got bigger and bigger.
Then I saw it for what it really was.
Microscopic neurones getting smaller and smaller.
Sucked into death’s relentless jaws.

The ego in reality is nothing.
Chemical signals and electrical impulses, not even something.

Haiku

Ego is nothing
A few neurones come and gone
Barely then something