It is true and I know
You walk without feet
You hear without ears
You perform actions
Without hands
You enjoy all tastes
Without a mouth
I know You are the most
Clever speaker even though
Devoid of speech
You touch without a body
You see without eyes
You catch all odors
Even without a nose
You ways are supernatural
And Your glory is
Beyond description, my dear
But I am here with all illusion
I mistaken a shell for silver
A mirage for water
And I cannot dispel this delusion
Let me wake, my dear and
Not feel the pain when
My head is cut off
Here in this life-dream.
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