No prophet is ever accepted.
In his own country.
What matter if we are feted or despised.
If we proceed with pride or humbly.

Fast from the self, the I.
Take our place in the cosmos.
Piece the illusion of the present tie.
What matter is it what we gain or whether suffer loss.

Take out an anonymous place with the wind.
Strive, through meditation, to forget ourself.
Pierce the illusion of the daily grind.
We are in reality all or any self.

But as much as we try to do this

Daily reality kicks in to trump this bliss.……

All is illusion.
Fast from the self and the I
Illusions return

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See Luke 4: 24-30