A 'SHEER IMAGINARY'

The body (the worldly, the life’s aftermath)
Is but, an imaginary tree and its branches.

The mind is a fantasy.
Liken a bright mirror.

Carefully wipe them hour by hour,
Let no dust alight.

Then the mind is ‘without mind’.

“Don’t despise a beginner,”
‘He’ should know
The lowest class may have the sharpest wit,
The highest may be in want of intelligence.
If ‘He’ slight others,

‘He’ despises for ‘His’ despair.

There is no imaginary tree.

Nor stand of a mirror bright.

Since all is void,

Where can the dust alight?

‘HE’ should use ‘HIS’ mind
A free from any attachment,”
‘He’ at once realized,
Thoroughly enlightened,

All things in the universe
Is the Essence of ‘His’ Mind it?
“Who would have thought?”
“The Essence of the Mind is intrinsically pure!”

Thus, to the knowledge of no one,
The dogma is a transmission
To ‘His’ mind at all seconds,
I became the ‘ALL SAINTS’

Through ‘The Perfect Way’