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stepping a rung lower
to get a bit closer
to he that does hover
in darkness
of ignorance
yet there remains distance
the loving transmission
unable to gain admission
due to blockages of delusion
walls of resistance
bubbles of ignorance
one day dissolve in stillness
agitated mind nimble
self denying truth simple
runs around an imaginary circle
merely by stilling all movement
witnessing without judgment
we receive loving enlivenment
choosing to be still
as of free will
our cup of joy does overspill
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The Self has no attribute
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