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Earth-Life
Hermit in his cocoon
Asked this boon
Immersion in chaos
To serve the Logos
Thrust among the many
Harbouring hate, greed & envy
To blend with the crowd
Buried conscience under a shroud
Serving became self-serving
Trampling over the deserving
Until one day he awoke by grace
Dismayed at his soul defaced
Engaging in dialogue with his guide
Who always was beside
Though he knew not
Having for the moment, forgot
I have no merit!
What of it, if pure in spirit?
The light dawns! What is the source?
Light self-reveals upon cleansing ego coarse!
So easy! Then why this suffering?
Your choice! In being, becoming!
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The Self has no attribute
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