The Egg Is Broke
The egg is broke; the yoke scummy.
I speak of the mind and its mad belief in its thoughts.
The wind is mindless, it thinks not
and so it is more conscious than we.
The blind see better than the mind and the brains optical illusions.
The shell has cracked open -
give thanks for that opening, for out of it
the true essence of you
shall be born.
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