| That which permeates all, which nothing transcends
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| And which, like the universal space around us
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| Fills everything completely from within and without
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| The seeker is he who is in search of himself
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| Give up all questions except one, «Who am I?»
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| After all, the only fact you are sure of is that you are
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| The «I am» is certain, the «I am this» is not
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| To know what you are, you must first investigate and know what you are not
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| Magickal mystical indifference
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| We are the creators and creatures of each other
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| Causing and bearing each other’s burden
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| Like a sheet of paper on which something is typed
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| The reading and the meaning will vary with the reader
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| But the paper is the common factor, always present, rarely perceived
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| When the ribbon is removed, typing leaves no trace on the paper
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| So is my mind, the impressions keep on coming, but no trace is left
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| Magickal mystical indifference
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| When you demand nothing of the world, nor of God
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| When you want nothing, seek nothing, expect nothing
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| Then the supreme state will come to you uninvited and unexpected
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| Magickal mystical indifference |