The path of the awakened
Refuses all ham and bacon
Loving little piggies
Never leaving them forsaken
This thing is easy
For one such as me
But there are ideas which strike
And won't let me be
Craving and Aversion
Being raised from submersion
Dissecting the mind
As would a skilled surgeon
But the work is not done
Not close is this one
Avoidance still thrives
Victory is not won
Anger is dying
Compassion is flying
But fear of judgement
Keeps whispering, lying
A personal demon of his own making
Feeding on insecurities it keeps on taking
Planted by another, the seed of the mother
His soul can't stop from shaking
Projection has no majesty
When the film is such a tragedy
Though the screen be white and clean
The lens is scratched and raggedy
He sees the world as a place of scorn
Scrutinizing eyes and hearts forlorn
Deep inside he knows the truth
But the lie fights hard and he is left torn
Hoping for a knock-out
A meta-physical cop-out
Instead he sees the road ahead
No longer can he block out
A lifetime of critical illusion
Paired with social seclusion
He soon realizes
Time is required for a truth infusion
Composing the experience everlasting in the sandbox of his mind
Eventually it will be etched into his heart in kind
On that beautiful day he will rejoin the world
On that day a family will he find
No longer will he be on the outside looking in
No longer will he feel the judgment of sin
How do you start a journey of a thousand miles?
It is with the first step, you must begin
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