The wholeness of the self
Is in one animate body enter
When not thinketh in imperfections
The smaller self how containeth the bigger
Except with the cup of Jamshed
In some delusion
In collectivity the universal self speaketh
The reality of being is just to carry
A part of the whole a few steps
In the direction that is goodness
One day shall this be overcome
Thus the question of self is but
What all sayeth and ordain
We name it God
He creates and creates once
We shall know on resurrection
To whom death is the other name
From mundane to heavenly
12/6/2009
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