Thought of the day
with formless awareness as the subject
being the essence of what we call I
this form made of dust, is then the object
which bemused by illusions, makes heart sigh
so to end suffering, ego must die
to this end, if we make love our mainstay
through bliss magnetism, God shows us the way
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