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Thousand petaled lotus
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A thousand petals
of which only two open
At the divine mantle
deluded beliefs shaken
That that is known
as lucid understanding
Origin past seeds sown
now slowly blossoming
Identity and Self merger
within the heart spacial
It is a soundless thunder
of bliss explosion radial
There is no one within
seeking instant ascension
Each moment we begin
renewal of our meditation
Actuality of each revelation
a wonderment ineffable
Beyond reach of imagination
is splendour of Gods miracle
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The Self has no attribute
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