Which comes, goes
Only the eternal perish
That which has no beginning, no end
Abide in that, the self
Then all clouds fade away
The sun shines, the self
Which appears, disappears
Only the formless is forever
That which perceives, the void
Abide in that, the self
Then all delusions disappears
The real is seen, the self
Which born, die
The timeless is immortal
The changeless beyond the changing
Abide is that, the self
Free the circle of life & death
The truth is lived, the self
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