THE TRUE NATURE OF THE SELF.
The true nature of the Self strange
To understand, is none we believe
our body, senses, mind to be, are non
Self, its serving satelights sustained.
The vital breaths are it's indicating signs
That herald the presence of His majesty's
Entry and exit at Its pleasure depend alike
Waves, beneath it, the magestic ocean hiding.
All servants at His sweet will, discharge duties
Waiting supreme commander, convoy following
His shadow, sustaining on, surviving existence at
The mercy of that mighty Spirit, the bliss supreme.
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