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The Guarded Pass
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The Mountain is steep and the traversal hard
The midnight sun plagues me
The Mountain hates man, and what he done to nature,
This mountain will kill me, and become my tomb,
Here in these nameless mountains,
its riddle eludes me,
Tepid temperatures plummet, making me want to sleep,
Through snow flaked storms, driving rains and the frost and thunder,
this pass is guarded,
By nature, and wrath,
The secrets of the 3rd gate are watched
May I become reserved and given pause to think, to sit and meditate,
For my words have become childlike before the wisdom of silence,
From the center, there is no I, I don’t exist anymore,
There is only me, a vessel of living tissue and living memory, constantly evolving
I evolve my code, and the coded theory of I,
The renouncement of my name, and all former things,
Binding me to possessions,
to possession of I,
to possession of memory, and my illusion of control,
and to my possession of lust after life
All will come, and be whole
Just wait for it, breathing out and breathing in,
Centered with all my surroundings,
It flows toward me,
A Fire spirit, it is burning,
Behold,
Its warmth radiates, and vibrates through body and soul, and consciences
Here in my midnight blue, the fire glows purple and reds
It warms and comforts me
In the universal house of love and truths,
Where once was raised, learning from in the valley of the sun
And the Superstition Mountains, hallowed ground for the Thunders God
Near the secret of the13th gate, where next must return, and go beyond:
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