You Must Know
The divine sound comes in at the ear of heart,
And the divine light comes in at the eye of heart,
Before you grow old and die in delusion,
Pull out the obsessive cotton from your ears,
So that you could hear the roaring celestial sound,
Lift the opaque glasses from your eyes,
So that you see your face looking at you in every mirror,
That is the hidden secret, you must know -
the essential truth
Mykoul
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