By Means of Observation
Waiting for a vision of the self can be a tedious task
spirit can be silent for so long then one day
it will say to you, "Why didn't you ask?"
Stirring the cauldron for years can be disconcerting
especially when the perception never changes
you thought you knew, but now you do,
and you learned,
by mere, observation...
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