8. I have ended the confusion
of my bewildered, suffering mind.
A lowly cur,
I have merged with the gracious feet of my Master.
In the surging brilliance of his Divine Wisdom’s splendor
the broad ocean of deadly desires has disappeared completely.
9. The dark prison, which bound my tortured soul,
crumbled and I became his servant,
finding joyous life in the open sky of his ambrosial Grace.
The knot, which locked my spirit to my physical body,
was sundered by the bright sword of my Master’s Glance
and was no more.
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