upon ego death
What is that truth that does not come and go,
by knowing of which everything is known,
seen without mirrors in staid stillness slow,
transcendental wisdom we alone own,
shining within as love and light full blown?
Oh hermit, life’s not a puzzle to solve
because as ego dissolves, we evolve,
since the false that dies, in truth never was,
recognised when divine love we involve,
trusting God alone, obeying His laws.
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