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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