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Tuning in
When there be no inspiration
Shrouded in gloomy darkness
Upon our brow perspiration
We shift into tranquil stillness
Attention poised unexpectantly
No one within now searching
A throb within rises vibrationally
Identity with universe connecting
Thought rested limitations cease
Within the world internal we dream
Following the scent of love in ease
Inspiration divine begins to stream
We write although not the author
Of the wisdom that we did imbibe
Innocently embracing each flavour
With bliss throbbing deep inside
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The Self has no attribute
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