When our eye be single
Intuitively labelling objects,
attention fixated on illusions,
we see only what lower mind reflects,
coming to erroneous conclusions,
thus nurturing deepening delusions.
Tied to mind”s tree, we can never be free
but if we dwell in the vast void carefree,
our soul presence is then divine aligned,
ego recedes and head and heart agree;
soul’s eye opens, on bed of truth reclined.
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