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Centre everywhere circumference nowhere
Which hue of the sunset do we adore?
Where lies the fulcrum of divine fragrance?
Restless mind within always yearns for more
Whilst nonchalant is play of innocence
Long accustomed to following the herd
We spiral around in a narrow groove
Until one day the urge to go inward
Burning yearning cognises bliss throb move
Ceasing grasping, shifting to connecting
Unshackled from fetters of space and time
Imbibing elixir vivifying
Flowing gently in the love stream sublime
Oh hermit, rest awhile in the shade now
Desist from asking what, where, when and how
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The Self has no attribute
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