Who Is This?

Who Is This

The ego is our constant companion. Sometimes it even subsumes our identity if we are not careful. Tagore’s masterful poem illustrates our struggle with the ego:

I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word I utter.
He is my own small self, my Lord, he knows no shame:
but I am ashamed to come to Your door in his presence.
– Rabindranath Tagore

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