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O Sants, within this mind is thick darkness.
Within this mind are bowers and groves: within is the Creator.
Within this mind are moon and sun: within are nine million stars.
Within the mind are Kasi-Dwarika: within are the shrines of the gods.
Kabír says, Hear, O brother Sàdhus, Here within is my Guru.
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