Total Destruction of the ego
…and instead of despairing
for your ravaged skin
drowning in the deluge of his memory
as you face in distress
the barren field of your future,
while you often mention the word tomorrow out of habit
instead of the internal end of the world
the egoistic hope
that some meaning may hide in your life,
you feel an unexpected strong pain
seeing images of nature’s destruction
the one which, in reality, was
the consolation of your soul
that you would live forever under the roots of its children
that you would feel leaves stirring under the soil
and that birds would perch on branches and rest for a moment.
Yet the horror before the darkest destruction
that encircles the forests
the horror you feel when you listen
to the predictions of the useless experts
that perhaps the tree tops
will never caress the sky on these mountain peaks
the horror strangely mixes with elation
in the roots of your heart
that you finally escaped from the prison of ego
which often with meaningless details
annulled your share of compassion.
You don’t hang from the railings
of your unimportance anymore
you compare it to the eternal meaning
of germination
and you bestow your body unto it.
Manolis Aligizakis 