Lover of Truth, I speak to you
About the greatest discovery one can make
There are no steps or effort,
To submerge deeply underneath these words.
Infatuated with the vibrant
Bazaar of experiences in which you walk,
The focus got so narrowed,
That one might feel like a lost dot.
Switches can be turned on or off,
Sequences of polarities played infinitely
Intrigues giving birth to newly plots
But have you found what has
No opposites or variations,
No heaven and no hell?
That Love of Spirit, may hold you all!
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