Soiled in senses
Whatever is thought to be gainful
Absorbed in Soul
Those would appear to be trivial

Neither physical,
nor astral body am 'I'
They are 'my' veil,
mental faculties mere tools

Churn the ocean of Existence
To find the nectar of life
Taste the nectar of Oneness
From the Ocean within
 

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