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When the mind speaks endlessly,It sees nothing,
It feels nothing,
It remains nothing —
As usual.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 258, Agni Press, 1998
It sees nothing,
It feels nothing,
It remains nothing —
As usual.
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