When I came to know myself,
where did he, me, and you go?
Like colou r within gold,
I am not separate
from the substance of gold.
I saw, within my consciousness,
myself as whiteness upon jasmine—
the paradox of my being,
within me,
yet without revealing
body, heart, or soul.
—MyKoul
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