Who am I
prone to weigh and size
endless are labours of mind ~
knowing not the whole
pause the cause of thought flow dear
that light of truth may appear
we are not this form
although we do dwell in it ~
inquire who am I
I-thought arises in heart
that is where God-search must start
void of cessation
is where we now rest in peace ~
the false falls away
dissolving in bliss beat’s chime
we transcend both space and time
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