The aim
constrained by senses five and fragmented mind
the world of plurality is what we see
to the underlying reality blind
the absolute truth alone can set us free
which when poised in the void is by us divined
when head melds with heart and both with truth agree
when we behold God in each and every form
with pulsations of His heartbeat we conform
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