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Where there is no two, there is Sahaja, there joy and sorrow become one.
Sahaj neither lives nor dies; it is the state of complete nirvana …
Amidst all duality hold your consciousness in the vacuity of Sahaja,
and drink nectar when you have attained the final state of arrest
and then there is no fear of death or of the flux of time.
poem by Dadu Dayal (1544-1603), Rajasthan