I Pause, My Dipper Poised

Consider clear water, untinctured,

Transparent to its unseen depths.

Consider, then, the mind, so liquid

No form from the passing world takes shape.

Such a mind no ripple blemishes,

No sea change, no wind-blown wave,

No knowledge that spawns its opposite

To make the mind unknowable.

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