The Cloud Of Unknowing.
Descending through a dark cloud,
Into a region of the mind that speaks in a strange tongue,
The five gates are over run by legions of provocative beasts.
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Day in and day out,
I am cast down,
Again and again,
Into a violent world of my own design.
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The shadows that populate the scene,
Both putrid and seductive in manner,
Are but bags of skin dangling from the distant past.
The tone self-conscious,
The rhythm anxious and barbaric,
Dancing with these hallucinations has become claustrophobic.
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Trembling with fear,
A tearful incision is made.
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Cutting through the womb of appearances
-Both the gorgeous and grotesque-
There is but one embryonic thought to be found.
Forgetting it was the answer,
This question became afraid of birth.
Incubated by self-deception,
It lost touch with the ground of being.
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Like settling the surface of water with the palm of my hand,
My words scream back at me,
Reasoning sews only cloaks of sophistication,
And try as I might,
Its face cannot be seen.
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Utterly defeated by this simple fear,
I surrender and cease to be.
Merging with the space between this and that,
At once the fear dissolves,
As it was but a reflection of me.
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The void is filled with my original face,
In a realm beyond time and space.
Not many nor one,
It does not end as it never begun,
A perfect Truth which cannot be undone.
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