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On truth’s pan, who can fry
One’s own ‘my’ and ‘I’
Over the fire of ‘thou’ and ‘thy’,
To him He will fly
To open the third-eye
In order to know every why
And no longer can he cry.
Please don’t argue but try
Else your life is dry.
Therefore you must hie
Before you die.

*** Salutations to the shoes of my Eternal Father Guru Siddha Nath ***