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We alone may plot
Movement of thought
Blaming not the ego
Which we chose to forgo
It is our reflex instinct
Determining if we sink
Yet anytime we may rise
Ceasing to think or size
Getting to the fulcrum
Of the swaying pendulum
No practice this but choice
To listen to our inner voice
Looking at narrowness
In detached nonchalance
Our quiet contemplation
Choosing attention correction
We release all feral baggage
Animosity that seeks to ravage
Getting to silence & stillness
Childlike innocence in aloneness
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The Self has no attribute
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