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Jan 2021 · 161
Mirror
Ken Jan 2021
A heart of gold, a mind as coal, a pitiable soul locked in a cage of silence.

A ****** sight I see when I close my eyes, a hellish nightmare I can't escape when I open them.

Feel no pity for the blind, for they see nothing, pity he who sees but can't even tell himself.

I have been with you all the days of your life, yet you know not of my existence.

My voice is but psithurism to you, always I speak, but you only hear my whispers when you're not listening.

Your heart is black, you paint it red and claim it white, you hide the gray deep within.

Seek truth in meaning not in appearance, for freedom is earned and never given.
The stupidity in wisdom, the more we learn, the more we lose, the irony of life is that we are all slaves to a master we cannot escape from, our desire to be accepted. The more we adapt and assimilate into our environment in a vain pursuit of finding ourselves, the more of a stranger we become to ourselves.
Jan 2021 · 45
Where am I?
Ken Jan 2021
Within man lies the mind
Within mind lies the soul
The soul is the root of man and man is the root of soul.
But man is not one so therefore soul is not one,
for man has many faces.
One facing the front, one facing the right, one facing the left and one facing the back, the last one is hidden away in the heart and only by finding it can one find himself.

The one to the front we show the world, for it is a manifestation of what we have learned and absorbed from our surroundings, it is from them it is made and so it is demanded of us to return it to them. It is a face of lies, lies we tell to others and to ourselves, in it is the root of depression.

The one to the right we show to our loved ones, it is a face of acceptance, manifested by the unconditional love and care giving to us regardless of our faults, we give it back, for it is from them it was gotten. In it lies our insecurities, for we all want to be loved but constantly question our right to be.

The one to the left we show to our enemies, it is a face manifested from circumstances, it is free and ever changing, its surface like that of clear water, it returns what it is giving, and takes what it isn't. It is a face of venting and in it lies denial.

The face to the back, we show to our brothers not by blood but of association, it is a face of secrets, it is made from truths we call lies and lies we call truths, in it lies deception.

The face hidden within is the face of birth and death, for it is a face of nature, it is only revealed at the beginning and at the ending of life.
It is the addition and subtraction of all other faces, it is a face of truth, of sacredness, a face of purity. It is the face that asks, who am I? To see that face one must answer the question, to find the answer is to find life, but to understand it's meaning one must die, not in the literal sense of death but of a great forgetting, for only by forgetting can we remember.

— The End —