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The Self Suffers Desire and Lack (Spiritual Poem)

Not wanting is a form of desire.

What you grasp for is the same as what you push away.

Suffering is an urge to gain what we lack.

Suffering is a need to be rid of something.

Only a false self can have things added or subtracted.

No Self has no possessions.

No Self has no lack.

No Self cannot comprehend "not enough".

No Self can never have too much.

Peace has no concept of itself.

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