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Any thought
Let us take
Any thought
And see
What it brought
Let us begin
With the gross
Feral thoughts
Making others cross
Anger being one
With which when done
Follows remorse
Of actions coarse
The remorse signals
That all is not well
We ask, ding dong bell
Why did we put
Pussy in the well?
The question
Our hesitation
If heard in depth
The warm blanket
Of conscience
Upon us swept
Soul shaken
Awakens
Our consciousness
In stillness
Likewise any thought
May have us self taught
If we choose
To evolve
Rather than self amuse
Fleeting form
Upon which
Desires swarm
Rotating polarity
As a magic spell
The magnet attracts
Then repels
Negativity
Such is the journey
Of thoughts gross
To divine sanity
The sublimation
Consciousness elevation
Is attained
Thus reclaimed
In stillness
Becoming
One with Oneness
At any time
In timeless time
We choicelessly choose
Without egoic ruse
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The Self has no attribute
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