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He That Sees The Lord In The Temple, The Living Body, By Seeking Him Within, Can Alone See Him, The Infinite, In The Temple Of The Universe, Having Become The Endless Eye.

The End Of All Wisdom Is Love, Love, Love.

In The Heart's Cavity, The Sole Brahman As An Ever-persisting 'i' Shines Direct In The Form Of The Self. Into The Heart Enter Thyself, With Mind In Search Or In Deeper Plunge. Or By Restraint Of Life-movement Be Firmly Poised In The Self.

Remove The Ego And Avidya (ignorance) Is Gone. Look For It, The Ego Vanishes And The Real Self Alone Remains.

The Mind Turned Inwards Is The Self; Turned Outwards, It Becomes The Ego And All The World. Cotton Made Into Various Clothes We Call By Various Names. Gold Made Into Various Ornaments, We Call By Various Names. But All The Clothes Are Cotton And All The Ornaments Gold. The One Is Real, The Many Are Mere Names And Forms.