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Not seeing my own hand at work,
I created my mountain; heaping lie upon lie.
I believed my need to be protected and so,
With creativity and intellect, care and precision,
I amassed a mountain of lies,
Indistinguishable from truth.
My mountain is truth to me; my illusion reality.
It defines my quest to know my unknown self,
Where experience reveals truth
And truth dissolves illusion.
What I created in love to protect,
I destroy in love to live.
I am convinced I am not who I know myself to be.
I continue to create; unaware.
Compelled to examine lies I believe
In search of truth I do not,
I am powerless;
Descending, uncontrolled, in my own illusion.
Truth exists around and within;
I need only see it.
Searching is my experience;
But I need only open my eyes.
In my living,
I become aware and know myself.