raiment
Ego’s handmaiden
is a loving attendant
wrapping us
in achievements of gossamer
and titles of silk
Till our essence
is mummified
so tightly
we don’t recognize
our self anymore
What happens
when we lift
these veils
layer by layer
Till we are adorned
solely in the raiment
of our humility
Our core exposed
as a vein of gold
running from the depths
of our emptied center