is like asking if water can wet itself,
talking about something that doesn't exist,
words still drip from the water barrel,
but cannot penetrate the glass,
but still the drops are felt,
The barrier of the mind is too gross to enter the divine,
it must be subdued, refined,
sharpened to the point that it cuts itself,
and when it cuts itself, then it learns
to never cut itself,
The real meaning of control is to let go,
the only object to renounce is the idea of renunciation,
then the curve is seen as straight,
logic and mysticism fall in the same place,
high is low and low is high,
the first has now become the last,
the paradox becomes obvious,
the body is now seen as the most sacred virgin,
the mind is tamed for it is the birthplace of sin,
suddenly everything is understood,
the infinite is now possible,
the heavens reachable,
all the spiritual blessings fall at my feet,
but I desire nothing but to be
the shepherd's disciple
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