Establishment of mind
Is a necessity in truth,
Joy and sadness are of
No importance.
Truth is there
Like the life,
Like the death.
What is the truth
We are to search it out.
Truth is most ancient,
And also most modern.
Truth is the origin
And it is also the end,
The sentient and insentient.
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