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Jaundiced eye
mellifluous cooing of the Indian koel
enlivening in wee hours of the morn
infusing in soul voids deep joy until
crows croak found tranquility shorn
narrow and prejudiced is our vision
discriminating against the jarring note
condemning without seeking permission
from heart that unconditional love emotes
moment to moment we keep on judging
oblivious to divine beauty below the skin
stuporous attention thus keeps oscillating
within narrow orbits we continue to spin
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The Self has no attribute
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