Ego-mind may think it knows the score,
Always in charge and knowing what's going on.
Yet there's an undercurrent of unease,
For really knowing what's what is beyond its reach.
It takes our awakening-self to see through our facades,
And sense that we aren't necessarily what we think we are.
Could it be that self vanishes into Self when what we seem to be drops away,
Sloughed off like a snake's shed skin?