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Seat of s all

Gets it rubbed with one’s nature

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Wind as carries scent of flowers

While leaving them as is where,

In like fashion Spirit from frames

Moves its awareness to rebirths

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Know not fools in lifetime theirs

Nature of Spirit thus lies in them

But ever onwise realize

Fail though naive in spite of it

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Perish all beings though in tihest that sustains

Is but different from that One

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Since I transcend that perishes

Apart ’n above the eternal One

Vedas vouch Me Soul Supre they faith

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Grasps who nuances of this science

Turns he wise ’n accomplished thus

Ends thus:

Art of Liberation,

The Fifteenth Chapter

Of Bhagavad-Gita,

Treatise of self-help