The mind is in such a state,
Where there is no fear of losing;
There are no hopes of gaining.
How and when it arrived there
Is anybody's guess!
Perhaps there was this silent progress,
Towards that plateau for some days;
Or months and years of practice
Of stilling all the feelings!
An unconscious effort
To shield the heart from stress,
And absorb everything with grace!
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