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TuriyaLet the eye close without and open within Knowing nothing I visit sleep and become happy Gunned down by day My idleness stands watching As I slip into the perfume of a rose Therein lies my perfection For what perfection is not in Turiya? Mind unfoils in torpor of its abyssal seas - a wreck that is come down to Thee meets slow transfiguration Those people of the world With outstretched arms I ask you - Pull not at my still form For the boat leaves by day And the city of night To whence it retreats Is my only light |
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