The Ego

The ego,
  as a collection of our past experiences,
    is continually offering miserable lines of thought,

It's as if there where a stream
  with little fish swimming by,
    and when we hook one
      there is a judgement.

The ego,
  is constantly judging
    everybody and everything.

It has its constant little chit chat about
  things that can happen in the future,
    things about the past, too, and
      these are the little fish swimming by.

And what we need learn to do
  —it takes work—
    is not reach out and grab a fish

            -Hugh Prather

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