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.