Everyday I go upon the mountain
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climb to the top, but I don't know what for.
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It's quiet until I hear a voice from the mountain
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it say's "BEWARE OF WHAT YOU WANT...IT MIGHT WANT YOU MORE!
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Ashes...my burned hut...
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But beautiful like cherries blooming from the hill
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One of my patients...just before he died
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And just before I left the hospital and began to travel
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If HE could face death so calmly, how can I face life with
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so much doubt? Now...I sit on the side of a mountain,
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and watch the shadows slowly filling the valleys below.
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But not without the doubts that still linger,
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and constantly caress the edges of my shadowy interior...
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At least a cathater expels impurities,
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in a manner of model effeciencies. And my previous profession
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always at least offered that. Fully vasectomies in clean and
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well-lit places. A sterile feel, seals from infecti[B,
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but not from disease. I often wonder if I left anyone behind?
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But somehow, I just can't remember. Only an oddly-defined try
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to find a better way. But somehow...I don't believe THIS IS IT!
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I think about India, and the Hindu concept of life,
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to be SO loved...and understand the space between REALITY AND
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PERCEPTION. And now...it seems that I live there...
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The Ascetic
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Utopia |