The Ego

The Ego builds a prison
With frame of rigid views
And walls of thick opinions
Culled from forgotten news.

And there the suffering Ego
Plays out its tragic part
While Love, the key to freedom
Lies waiting in the heart.

Written by Bernie Herlihy after lifetimes of practice


Dorothy Rowe from "Beyond Fear"

"The only matter over which we have total control is the interpretations we make.
We are responsible for very little of what happens,
but we are always totally responsible for how we interpret what happens."


Eckhart Tolle

"sometimes letting go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on"


The Tao Te Ching

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be

When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need."


Joseph Campbell

"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned

so as to accept the life that is waiting for us."


Autobiography in Five Chapters

1) I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost
I am hopeless
It isn't my fault
It takes forever to find a way out

2) I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I'm in the same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out

3) I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in . . . it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately

4) I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it

5) I walk down another street.



A variation on the American Indian story of the two wolves
by Bernie Herlihy

It is as if I have two dogs in my heart; one a guard dog and the other a guide dog.

The guard dog is a rottweiler with distemper and the guide dog is a golden retriever.

The rotweiler is guarding my ego which is futile as ego is a fabrication created from delusion and ignorance and the poor dog spends its life defending the indefendable.

If I close my heart the rottweiler comes on duty.

If I open my heart the retriever can do her job.

My choice

IAM the Butterfly

Who am I?
And what am I, and whatís my name?
I am IAM, and thatís the name that Iím known by.
I know, I think, yet so much is mystery.
I am cocooned, so all I think I know, is by the by
To all that I might be.

I am IAM the Butterfly
And all I am, is me.

Who am I?
And what am I, is all the same.
Though I am changing now, there is a constant I.
This change is both within and without me
I am unfolding wings, I am set to fly.
I am showing my true colours for all to see.

I am IAM the Butterfly
And I am flying free.

Who am I?
And from where is it, - that I came?
I am all that I am now, and more, and why?
For I am to realize my destiny.
And so all I feel, I wish, I fear, I think, therefore
I am... until I die.
I am who I am, and so essentially,

I am IAM the Butterfly
I am as I am meant to be.

1997 Anthony Smith