WHEN THE EGO COLLAPSES

The ego wants to be a star.
Consciousness knows the abyss.

One demands the universe at its feet.
The other contemplates galaxies
and recognizes its own size before the infinite.

The ego erects monuments
with its own name
and calls eternity
the fear of disappearing.

Consciousness remains
when the last applause fades.

No constellation bows.
No planet abandons its orbit.
No star interrupts its death
to feed human vanity.

And yet,
the ego builds thrones
upon a ground made of cosmic dust.

Until silence arrives.

And tears it apart.

The mask falls.
The name loses importance.
Pride dissolves
like a star collapsing
within its own darkness.

Consciousness remains.

Naked.

Without an audience.
Without a pedestal.
Without witnesses.

Only the human being
before their own abyss,
beneath an indifferent
and infinitely beautiful sky.

In that instant,
everything that seemed great
becomes small.

And what remained hidden
begins to breathe.

There is no throne.

There is no applause.

There is no private universe.

There is only consciousness
facing the infinite
without needing to be its center.

J. Kasra — All rights reserved