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Thoughts are passe

We find we are by thoughts hounded No wonder we feel confounded When we are still, ego objects Yet silence is where soul’s grounded Mind but makes the simple complex All that thinking does is perplex Mind’s an instrument for the heart Imposing balances and checks In staid stillness our fears depart Truth dawns on adding love to cart When ego dies, the truth is known That’s the way God-search to jump start

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