I realized You
And You said it is knowledge
It is regaining of memory,
And knowledge is there
With grace,
It is inclination for Truth
It is the true words
That is there in limitless showers.
When my forgetfulness is with me
You said, everything is in dark
It is the identification
With this body and this world.
You said forgetfulness is impure
And it is bound.
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