Ulladu Narpadu Addendum 91
The root of all ignorance is the I-thought,
where our capsuled consciousness asserts itself,
that thus in a web of fears and desires caught,
bemused by narrow agendas on heart’s shelf,
knowing not who we are, we flounder about,
like a dead man walking, the mind filled with doubt,
so if we truly wish to obtain release,
in tranquil silence, flow like the morning breeze.
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