Many are the kinds of seeds sown: As ripens the fruit, again is left the Sole Supreme Being. Into thousands of pitchers falls reflection of the one sky; As the pitcher is broken, the sole Light remains. While thoughts of maya last, doubt, avarice, and attachment are found; When illusion is lifted, only the Sole Supreme Being is left.





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