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Created on: July 23, 2008
how can we accomplish anything
if we're playing tug-of-war
outwardly
inwardly
tug-of-war
the battle in our logics
between the subconscious truth we understand
and the conscious lies of word trains in our minds
this uneasiness we feel
this worry
this frustration
this deepening of fear
it stymies us
into confusion
shadows' doubt-door blown open wide
and blinded
into darkness
we flail at everything in our paths
this tug-of-war
overflows into our lives
blackness of liquid pitch
tugging to pull us by the puppet strings of control
through a vast emptiness and loneliness
the further in we go
the more lost we become
all that remains is the unconscious knowledge
that brings about
"unknown" stress, distress, and duress
three values of eternal and infinite significance
that we must learn
truth, freedom, and love
but first
with that light ahead in mind
grasp onto the two handholds
that will help you find your way out
doubt and fear
find those to be errors in your logics
that cause the blindness
so when you find them
grasp onto them
explore them
but do not act on them
understand them
feel through them
and discern the truth
that comes as they pass
and when you see the light
don't believe the lie
don't believe the final doubt
the light is not dangerous
the light can be counted on
have no fear or doubts
keep moving
moving into the light
let it embrace you
let go of the rope
ascend
know
you ~are~ free
you ~are~ love
I ~am~ free
we ~are~ love
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