If you have hate for something there,
This is yourself, though hard to bear,
For you are I and I am thou.
You hate in you what you despise.
You hate yourself and think it's me.
Projections are the damndest thing.
They fuck you up and make you not see,
Blow up to mountains little hills
To justify your prejudice.
Come to your senses. See it clear.
Observe what's real,
Not your thoughts or what you hear.
Blatherings of Fritz and Sue-zen
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ONLY when the aner is seen, do we really share the dream?
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