Generosity: A Poem of Love, Ego, and Letting Go
In quiet acts, generosity grows,
A giving heart that softly flows.
Not bound by ego’s fleeting claim,
But love that gives, without a name.
It whispers: “Release, release…”
A kindness born from inner peace.
To serve, to care, to stand, to see,
Without expecting what will be.
For every hand that offers light,
Extends the world from dark to bright.
Being Generos, a sacred art,
A bridge from self to deeper heart.
Yet even giving has its line,
Where boundaries hold and self aligns.
To give, but not dissolve away,
To balance love with self, each day.
So may we love with open hands,
Not clinging tight, but understand:
That generosity’s truest call
Is lifting others, without falling.
And in that giving, we are free,
A soul unchained from “me, me, me.”
For every step from the ego’s wall
Becomes a step that frees us all.
