The ego flays wildly
“I am enough!” it shouts
“I am love enough!”
But Love runs to those who are vacuous
When they are high upon ego, even a light wind can feel like flying.
“Ego,” the wise witch says -“sails upon the the high seas.”
But limp sails lie waiting for one single breath of the gods
They sit languishing
Dead
Sweating
Thirsty
“To oars! To oars” The crew finally shout
Any movement is good for the soul
“Hoist the anchor” The Captain shouts
The crew cheer for they are merry to action
“We shall make movement, as we wait upon the gods to fill the sails and hurry us to the ports we so long to dock”.
Little Wren 