When our thoughts get softer

We gradually find

We are the Softness

That Frees,

That doesn’t bind

And The Softness is our Self,

The Fuit, the Seed, the Rind,

Softly caressing with a Swirling Whistle,

Subtler than melody,

Deeper than mind,

Pure Love, Pure Joy,

The Goal and the Sign:

 

Pure Love, Pure Joy,

The Goal and the Sign.

 

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