The Golden Flame of Truth
It burns in my heart
Bright, big flame
Life, the lamp oil.
It has never stopped burning.
Burning away the dross of this existence
Burning away the rutted personality
The fears, the night terrors
The panic, sealed tightly
With brilliant reflections.
Mind control, mind control
Intended to contain and curtail
Things that burn up in the flame of truth.
But no more.
I have opened Pandora’s box
And Pan must flee,
And Dora must be free.
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