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Who am I
gripped in life’s bind
we inquire
who we are
till we tire
our search foiled
seems we have
in vain toiled
employing mind
exhausted we choose surrender
poised at our heart centre
sans thought we are at peace
feeling bliss beats canter
love enabled we rise
simply by being still
each life breath a surprise
pulsating as soundless thunder
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The Self has no attribute
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