How will you be psychologically free?
There is no method.
It happens when you will abide
No further infringement from any portion of the illusion.
When you are at last sovereign enough to journey alone, whatever the course.
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No word touches it, no language explains it, no mythos contains it.
You are it, you have always been it, you will ever be it.
Polish that mirror until all you see is you.
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Too big to see how small it is,
Too small to see how big it is,
You are, nonetheless, all of it.
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There is really no religion, no Way.
Just keen observing of a passing mystery,
Beyond comprehension or conclusion.
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The senses tease and taunt you.
They are lies of the delusional mind.
You must ascertain the witness within,
Discriminate the freedom that they cannot,
And know with every particle of your beingness,
That only in the timelessness of awareness are you real.
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To discover your true Self, you must explore your self.
To see the many others, yet see no other, that is the razor's edge,
Upon which all seers timelessly traverse this reverie both real and unreal.
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To identify with thoughts is akin to the ocean believing it is the sound of waves crashing.
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Symbols, mantras, postures, diets, attire, practices of any sort,
Are nothing more than tantalizing, captivating distractions,
Until you sharpen your attentiveness and discernment,
And fully grasp it can only be puzzled out very much alone.
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Any given mythos is essentially an unspoken agreement, a set of rules,
With language, rituals, and symbols to impose its continuity in the unborn.
When you see the collusion of tradition for what it really is, all become relative.