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The True Self
They tell us that the mighty banyan-tree,Itself a forest, has a speck-like seed,
In which it hides its life's totality,
A spell-bound prisoner, waiting to be freed.
So do you hide your Self—the One, the All—
In this my heart, this seed which you have sown;
Waiting to wake from slumber at my call,
Waiting for me to claim you as my own.
Patient you wait. Shall I with stubborn will
Rest in myself, content with what is mine?
Or, with high purpose, labour to fulfil,
Dying to self, my fate and your design?
Nay, but who dies to self doth self renew;
For I am I only when one with you.
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