you submit yourself
to the judgment of the gods
they look at your work
and they dislike it and you agree
and since then you think you are
not that good, the gods say so
there is something which you are blind
of and which they deny from you
if you have gone to the top of the mountain
and confer with the wind and the stars
you could have heard the truth: you are more
than the gods, and they do not want you to know it
you are in this body, it bleeds,
you are in this mind, it is limited
beyond all this is you, inside the body
inside the mind, until you are set free....
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