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The ego canvas

Oh what a tangled web we weave, made up of thoughts and actions of the ego.

What if instead it were a tapestry, a feast for the senses, a representation of our soul?
What if the wefts were the very fibre of your being, holding the fabric of your life’s purpose together?
What if the colours you choose to weave create a canvas like no other?

Your masterpiece is praise enough, and needs no earthly tongue,
the warps of quiet confidence speak of a work well done.
And though it’s the final pattern that first catches the eye,
only the artist truly knows how to camouflage the ‘i’