Ego

One’s puny ego is the worst possible foe of love. Therefore, the poet in Tagore in lamentation cries out:

> “I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? ...

> He is my own little self, my Lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.”

Again in one of his letters he says:

> “Egoism is the price paid for the fact of existence.”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Rabindranath Tagore: the moon of Bengal’s Heart, Agni Press, 2011
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