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The That exlirous Love that is felt as blissful yet fleeting
Awaits our embrace; it is our attention that is oscillating
Not then in outer stillness but in absoluteness dissolving
We imbibe the essence of The Divine enlivening
Therein too the degree of our divine connectivity
Depends upon the quotient of our childlike embraceability
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The Self has no attribute
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