Had a jingle on my mind
It kept on jingling all the while
So to the source of the jingling
My thoughts I did send
To that wonderful point where it was ringing
Have any of us thought to see,
The origin or fount of all our thought?
It is really so beautiful to see
The consciousness of thought enter our being
For then without thought we can be.
Standing on the margin of thought and naught
Is the key to remembering and forgetting.
But how many of us have remembered to think
Of this connecting link
Only one in ten million sees the
Link and uses his breath of fire
To which the thought is yoked
And thereby sent on a journey
Within, that only a few experience.
It kept on jingling all the while
So to the source of the jingling
My thoughts I did send
To that wonderful point where it was ringing
Have any of us thought to see,
The origin or fount of all our thought?
It is really so beautiful to see
The consciousness of thought enter our being
For then without thought we can be.
Standing on the margin of thought and naught
Is the key to remembering and forgetting.
But how many of us have remembered to think
Of this connecting link
Only one in ten million sees the
Link and uses his breath of fire
To which the thought is yoked
And thereby sent on a journey
Within, that only a few experience.
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