Cycles.
Like those masks of self-hate.
That set a tempo for life to come.
How to break them?
Insight, let it go bare.
Afterall, no words implicate a truth.
Dogma, faith, belief.
Don’t always listen to the mind.
It can be a joker.
Then extinguish craving.
To release all the answers.
And see there are no answers.
Just another place.
Another time.

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