Though you may be spoken of, you have neither name nor form.
Whether you are divided or undivided, there’s nothing here but you.
O mind, O shameless, wandering mind! Why do you weary yourself so?
I’m nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I’m everywhere, like space.
You and I are not attached to this world of ephemeral forms; It is only the shameless mind which divides the One in parts.
Division and non-division are the same to you and me; I’m nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss; I’m everywhere, like space.
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