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Beware of Mind and Senses - Our Six Relatives

Six relatives we all have got Five sense organs and one mind They are relatives for they are not us We are the soul they tag along with us They pester us to dance to their tunes Mind helping them through and through All demand their desire to be fulfilled We believe they are us, we don't realise And an unhappy life is lead It is essential that we control these relatives And do what is right for our happiness Our real aim is to get them out of our life Discover ourselves, lead a blissful life Once we realise we are the soul And endeavor to seek our self They will pose hindrance to us Continuously pamper them and they are happiest It is high time we stop listening to them Hold their reins in our hand, and work vigorously, passionately to discover ourself Then only we will attain salvation And door to eternal bliss will open for us Date: 10/31/2020

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