Worlds away from his oppressions,
Through the spaces of psyche
I have reached within, yearning,
Followed myself far to the inner lands of knowing.
I have peeled and torn away dead layers of unbelief,
Digging down through mire studded with gold.
I've scattered my rainbows like seeds,
Watered them in with tears,
Pressed down the soil with supple fingers,
Stood back on my own two feet
And gazed upon my work, fully present, glowing with warmth and hope...
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