The School of Maya is the school of attachment,
Infatuation and attraction for,
Illusion and hallucination,
The snares of the world.
The world is maya and our existence though mythic
We like it not to understand it,
Our house, son, daughter
And the things we see the objects of maya.
Everything that we see is but maya, maya-moha,
The house, the world,
The son and the daughter,
The things, everything but maya.
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