This mind has made us blind
And never assumes responsibility
An illusion personified
Presents differed reality
This mind nobody minds
Because it never gives a chance
In delusions they exist
On time’s tunes they dance
This mind and that is the same
Covered by the veil of perception
Perception is born of intellect
And intellect out of submission
This mind must be churned
Immortal is its essence
Of this pot of bliss
The prowess is silence
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