The ego wants to tell us
All the things we are
All the golden trinkets
And all the shiny cars
Yes it is true to a fashion
That is what we are
But it is not who we are
What then are we
A threatened ego snarls
We are matter raised to knowing
The awakened dust of stars
And god our great creator
Breathed spirit into dust
Remember who you truely are
As Dhuka fades to rust.
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