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”The mind indeed is of the form of space. 
The mind indeed is omnifaced.
The mind is the past.
The mind is all.
But in reality there is no mind.”


reflect oh hermit, on how thoughts arise
first a stirring arises in our heart centre
ego picks up the impulse before it dies
thus in lower mind, thought forms enter

if our heart be quiescent, thoughts cease
cravings of ego in the vast void we release
all that that then is, is our pristine presence
love and light essence being our quintessence

mind is an instrument to learn and discern
but it is heart where flame of love does burn 
therein all opposites dissolve and we evolve
when eye is single no puzzles remain to solve

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