To all egoistic people

A day shall come when ego shatters and form crumbles to the earth.

Yearning to re-enter, but barred from the shell.

Some may weep, others jest, yet divine decree shall dictate destiny.

Your past deeds shall guide your path, karma weaving the fabric of your rebirth.

Once more enveloped in the shadowed cocoon of the womb, awaiting the dawn of a new existence.

Guided by parental hands, you shall stride forth, memories fading into the past’s abyss.

Yet again, ego will arise, claiming dominion over the cosmos.

Oh, dear mortals, mere marionettes in the hands of the divine, only His grace illuminates our way, making life sublime. Sing His name, let it chime.