Ego Busters: Dialing Up Spirit in the City of Life

In the bustling city of life, where the hustle is rife,

A phantom lurks, stirring trouble and strife.

It’s not a ghost or a ghoul that’ll give you a fright,

But your ego, my friend, that shadows the light.

When you’re feeling off-kilter, not quite yourself,

When joy feels distant, like a book on a shelf.

When you’re yelling at kids, or feeling quite stuck,

When your world’s on a spin and you’re down on your luck.

When the race to succeed feels endless, relentless,

When your mind seeks escape, feeling caged and defenseless.

Swiping, scrolling, numbing the scene,

Ego’s got you wrapped up in a hazy daydream.

But who can you call when you’re in this plight?

Not the ghostbusters, dear, but Spirit so bright.

Spirit’s the one who’ll open your heart,

Quieting voices that tear you apart.

With gifts aplenty, from love to joy,

Peace and patience, nothing can destroy.

Kindness, goodness, and faithfulness too,

Self-control to guide what you do.

Beware the ego’s less savory gifts,

Like Edgy, Sleepy, and Grumpy’s swift shifts.

Pouty, Needy, the dwarfs of dismay,

They’ll pull you from Spirit, leading you astray.

So when the ego’s specter has you in its grasp,

Remember who to call, take a breath, take a clasp

Of Spirit’s hand, and let it guide

Back to self, with nothing to hide.

In the present moment, you’ll find your way,

Home to authenticity, come what may.

Leave ego land, its empty promises and lures,

Embrace Spirit’s gifts, forever yours.

For in this journey, both wild and vast,

Spirit’s the guide, from first to last.

With each step taken, each breath you draw,

Spirit’s the answer, the unwavering law.