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Vbt Practice 103 of 112

Thoughts turbid & uncontrollable So why make complex the simple If lower mind wishes to play, let it With but one condition: don’t let it sit No sooner thought grasps an object We send it off on another quest Thus thought being unable to stagnate Quietens on it’s own into stillness sedate It is not the movement of thought per say That cause any divine connect delay Rather it is its tendency to grow roots Which we need to stop, getting it to reboot 16-August-2020

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