All are illusions
What I perceive
In this material universe
Through my mind
Through my eyes
My ears my speech
And I know
All are temporary
All are dreams
All are like dreams
All are mental creations
O my dear, if you can
See who is within all
How He is there
And what for all are
There within Him
Be clear my dear
This is your illusory
Platform of existence.
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