Fight not with your shadow,
Nor look at the charming meadow,
Still nor be greedy for easy companions,
Be lonely, live alone, alone, alone.
If ever happens a friend -Devine,
Purified, devotional, and wise,
Be sure, you have your prize,
For the path of renunciation.
Illusion leaves you when in utter isolation,
Isolation leads to static -concentration,
Then the realisation springs as liberation.
The knowing of the Atman is the goal,
For the Atman is the un-reacted Soul,
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