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Conditioned Soul

One must commit mistakes to learn with pained mind

To err is the nature of humankind

And one shall always accept that of which is not

To be illusioned, the ****** identifications, the Self a fabricated rot

The fool has propensity to cheat, posing oneself an intelligent being

They'll write books of Self philosophies and fail to realize their lack of flawless seeing

Our senses are imperfect, we are too proud of our eyes

One cannot see God but within the dark our hands also disappear and that is the mass demise

 

Thus how does one become a liberated soul

Without losing sight of its conscious whole

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Nov 25, 2012
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