My mind the dancing whirlpool
Its depth immeasurable;
Its fulcrum the Time, the endlessness;
It is the eternal intuitive speck of mine.
My selfish self is dead an’ gone;
I am anew, the nascent view;
Immortal; lone an’ non-duel;
-The nameless formless Hue.
The Light illuminating my mind,
The hush ecstatic tranquilizing;
The solitude of calmness mutes;
-The bliss blossoming to the Nought.
The thought who am I lingering;
The hymn whispering: “you, you are!”
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