Avadhuta Gita Chapter 7 verse 4
“How can there be any discussion here of body and disembodiment, of attachment and detachment? Here is the Truth Itself in Its spontaneous natural form—pure, immovable like the sky!”
Appearances like waves of the ocean,
are all in the womb of consciousness held,
seeming to be in incessant motion,
parallax corrected when ego’s felled,
whence with mind of God we seamlessly meld.
Distanced from pulse dual, our eye single,
heart yet delights when pheromones mingle.
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