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blind tortoise...

can no longer be a tortoise, anymore,
content in the safety of it's shell,
am a seeker of truth...
even if that truth,
is found on the other side of hell...

resting in the peace
that hides deep within,
is a place where demons dwell,
infested with false pride,
thinking they have found all,
they rot like a slug or a snail...

fall off the tip after climbing the pole,
into the unknowing...fall...
the darkness of nothing is only a precursor,
to the infinite, absolute ALL...

don't listen to those claiming
"you are what you are"
or you'll never find what you can be...
be not happy as a tortoise in it's shell,
a tortoise can never be free...

you are a dragon...
fight your way through...
doubt all that is put in your path...
if you give up 5 minutes from the miracle,
your spirit's not up to this task...

if there is a trick, it's to trust no one...
your guru lies deep within you...
uncover, discover, discard and press on...
until one is made out of two...

complacency found in your artificial shell,
is illusion...to deceive the mind,
there is always more then meets mind's eye,
for the truth to hide behind...

no longer can be a blind tortoise...
not content in the safety of my shell...
a seeker of truth i will always be...
preparing to go through hell...

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