When the basin of the mind is still
All soup spilled out
Is there value in that?
No conflict arises
No revelation dressed in guises
A lack of boredom
Just peaceful devizes
Is this the natural state?
One of complete content?
What does one strive for?
What next to conquer?
Only the desire for others
To find the same within
To take to the outer
Bring to life truth in living
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