The scriptures say
You are the cosmos
The eternal consciousness
The illusive forms come and go
I am your supreme creation
Roof and crown of things
Only I can know You
Not in the Maya
But within
Peeping within
My being splits:
The possessive ego of body
The invincible providence
The convincing senses
Ever ready to sin
The mundane
Rationality
Wins
Doppelganger
Between the devil and the divine
I am hung, being two I pine
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