The almighty I

I is never satisfied

Always wanting more

Always needing to exalt itself

Assert itself and be heard

Be recognized and known

Give this old dog a bone

So he can stop barking

Stop bothering lovely me

Needing stuff tirelessly

In this consumeristic society

Salivating and foaming at the mouth

Almighty I shall eventually go south

Die and be buried like the other I's

Me's and my's all shall expire & cry

That is their relatives who say my

My parent, my friend, my lover

Taking ownership wholeheartedly

As if a person fully belonged to them

Of course I understand and have compassion

However something about I is never satisfied

Never relaxed, quiet, content, and dignified

Why then by ourselves are we stupefied

Mystified, hooked, and grossly horrified

When we obsess, never live, let go, and let

Others simply be, without trying to twist them

To cater to us and our needs, wants, and desires

Do we like passion and fire, preferring to manipulate

So we ourselves can egoically appear to be great

Certainly to have a paradigm shift it is never too late

However life is moving on happily, steadily, & speedily

You must choose to enjoy it freely or confine it futilely

Though your quest for control merely be an illusion

As you pursue controlling others you lessen fusion

Relational fusion with precious people, delightful souls

As you yourself, an emotional bottomless pit, seek to be whole

Pitiful it is, I know it well, this dissatisfied I, is a living hell

Break free then I say, abide in the Spirit, and live well

Transcend the egoic mind and be present in this time

Peaceably dwell and be in spirit for a most sublime experience