Lady Love passed by me bye and bye,
But 'twas in a dream when sound asleep,
I felt she hailed me from way down deep,
An angel standing brightly in the light,
So beautiful, against full moon at night.
Then in my dream-like sleep I began to weep
Tears of grace that I was keen to keep,
Trying to find the source of Who Am I?
Advice for all those who true freedom seek,
To remove chain-bound jail- prisoner's ache,
The prospect for Soul is somewhat bare and bleak.
For Liberation and Self Realisation's sake,
Unless one's own Real Self is truly known,
And monkey mind is completely overthrown.
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