The world doesn't make much sense at the level of the mind,
Because everything that happens is according to God's will,
Above the reach of understanding, however well refined.
The world is inscrutable.
All that takes place is for ultimate good and not for ill,
The cast iron wheels of destiny inevitably grind,
Until we turn within because we've had our sensory fill.
The wire mesh of karma will inexorably unwind
Our sacred task is for the egotistic-mind to kill,
Then true insight will arise and we're no longer blind.
The world is inscrutable.
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