Height of vanity
So many teachers, each affirming their view,
makes us smile, for these folks see not ego’s guile,
shape-shifting scripts that unendingly renew
belief we adopt and then flaunt as our style.
In truth the seeker who seeks does not exist,
thus as long as there remains a to do list,
we remain confined to this life pulse dual,
trapped in delusion of a thought form whirlpool.
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